When beauty through the breath of mere despair
Engages nigh to live within the days
That come with every little thought I bear
It is by sweet Melpomene I praise
For boundless is the realm she does ignite
And with her eyes she declares I am dead
While with a candle glows the tragic light
Which holds my thoughts to find the tears I shed
They sway me with the will to reap my cause
And kindle what relinquishes my pride
I will not lift my weary head because
It feels so right to know I'm lost inside
Though sweet Melpomene can understand
Death grants me reason to walk through its land

Robert E. Anderson
Copyright 2009

"The tragedy of life is not that it ends so soon, but that we wait so long to begin it."
~W.M. Lewis

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