The Chronicler Poems

...nd so, In this limerick, we mourn a bass player's fate,
A life barely known, now sealed by death's gate.
From darkness to light
We'll trace his might,
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...nd so, In this limerick, we mourn a bass player's fate,

At an all white funeral, an old bass player, his fate,
Thrived on words spoken by soothsayers, great.
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...nd so, In this limerick, we mourn a bass player's fate,

At his last call, an old bass player's wake,
Whose love life had a woeful ache.
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Buried deep in own thoughts.
Hath there other worlds away from mine,
Dost they know that which I was taught,
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This two lines tells how much the past of a now dejected old man is influencing his present

I've been gazed on by the seven sky
Where beneath the heavens shall my shame hide.
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Two lover,
With passions of eternal torment,
Longings of solitude in moment.
One to another,
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On a branch he perched,
A quiet observer,
Soon he dozed off,
Into the unknown he ventured.
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A town of cursèd individuals,
Nestled 'midst towering mountains.
In this valley stood a sorcerer,
Bearing a bear-like visage.
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Take peace
My soul
How love hath made you weary
Take peace
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I hunged my shawl that morning.
My daily stroll as usual,
Old bones cackled like they were old,
They weren't.
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