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The Crow

The Crow

In a perfect life, there is also death
Can’t avoid taking, that last breath

Lived a life in splendor
Dancing through every day
A moment never wasted
Love was here to stay

Memories flourish in abundance
Yet the frail mind drifts away
Memories never to be forgotten
Slipping so fast, slipping away
What couldn’t be lost
Was never meant to stay

Don’t leave us now
Don’t leave us alone

We were meant to hold the light
And fight hard, with all our might

Oh elderly one
Can’t you remember my face?
Oh mother, can’t you see I’m your son?
Oh mother, come back to us
Oh disease, you bastard!
What have you taken from us

Oh divine fate, in you we cannot trust
We can only trust to learn a lesson
In the cruel act of letting go

We can only find our selfish comfort 
In the dying eyes of the old crow
 

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Lily Cas

In a perfect life, there is also death
Can’t avoid taking, that last breath

Is there any such thing as a perfect life? I do wonder. This is a great write and the first I think I have read of yours. I don't think I could delve into it any deeper than Db did because he hit the nail on the head. Really great write. I could feel the anger and sorrow in it. I look forward to reading more from you :)

xxxxLily

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Moon Knight

thank you, Lily!

I don't believe there is a perfect life, but in contrast to how some people live their lives--by choice or by nature, it makes you wonder. 
cheers :) :)
-MK

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