O harketh!
Such a sad,
sad day cometh!
It IS heard.
let us,
me,
fully embrace.
the drink is sweet.
yet taste is bitter!
Such the sad,
sad day Rises!
Can it be toppled?
it reigns the sons and daughters, me.
echoes through the valleys
makes the grass ShUdDeR.
So much so, the pain.
Such pain shatters.
My existence, reality
questioned.
What lives of my being without such pain?
O how such sad,
sad days are suppressed.
yet its return is still near.
Lurking to test my brittle bones.
an Enduring death it will behold.