-1So, I just recently discovered that I am not bloody awful at poetry, so whenever I write a poem, it will be an addition to this story, Savvy? Here's number one!
Fall Through the Veil
Fall
through the veil,
Slowly, slowly.
Back arched, lips
smiling,
Happy, happy.
Is
this a way to die?
No body to bury,
No respects to pay?
Surely
a man such as this
Deserves more, much more;
Yet here we
stand
Mourning, mourning.
The
calm of the night
Is far too calm for such pain,
The scream of
a soul
Cannot be heard.
His
soul is screaming, screaming
For he whom was loved is dead.