BANNED POSTBANNED POSTBANNED POSTBANNED POSTSeven Heavens (62)
A master killer flees from ev’ry eye
And finds no place of rest in any part;
And though will then no ultimate remedy
For death ensue, his one may cheer the heart
Of millions. Meanwhile, children tempt the mine
And journalists with a grating buzz account
For nothing; poets struggle to define
Just exactly what they can’t surmount.
The Winds of Change ruffle the fields indeed.
Fads unknown to sage antiquity
Will spawn (along with bugs--), and we may read
Of armies, stars, and rare iniquity;
Or quietly sit beside, and silently praise
One i’ve been faithful to for all my days.
[This message has been edited by graywyvern (edited November 14, 2001).]
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