Black Days
The tree that stood tall and proud,
Bearing fruit that sang out loud,
Everything that has begun surely has to end,
It was whether it had done all it can,
Like the first page of a book, the story begins,
Starting with a memory, a recollection of scenes,
It builds the momentum to the top,
And like any other tale, it stops.
A black reminiscence, a dark past,
Painful thoughts that pierces the heart as it lasts,
His house, that he thought was a sanctuary,
Became his death, pain and agony,
He recalled the days of unreal peace,
He recalled the times he thought he missed,
But reality brought him back to the ground,
To where chaos struck all around,
A woman, screaming with unmatched anger,
A man, yelling with intense fury,
The woman, a flower that has began to wither,
The man, losing his grip on sanity,
For days and nights, his world was torn apart,
He felt the tremors, he ache in his heart,
He wanted to do something, anything,
But there was nothing, fear getting the better of him,
He remembered how the woman went on and on,
About regretting having a second son,
He remembered how cruel the man was,
Putting a price on his son just because,
He bore it within as the days go by,
Trying to hold back the tears, trying not to cry,
And then, a curtain of red, a black veil,
Flashes of silver, a chorus of wails.
The memory fades as he drew breath,
In a black cell, awaiting death,
His hands, tainted and bloody as ever,
The black days that will continue forever.
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