As shadows part, a twist of art,
A victim’s verse he’ll pen.
To wax sublime, a witty rhyme,
His life at tragic end.
In silence deep, his secrets keep,
A soul as black as night.
In every line, he gives a sign,
In love, he lost the fight.
A settled score, an open door,
He sets his spirit free.
With no remorse, he seals his course,
In death, he finds his plea.
Author’s Notes:
Form: Quatrain (3)
A poet suffers profound heartbreak and despair, a victim of a lost relationship. In his final composition, he pens a farewell to the world, culminating in his tragic final act.
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