A Beau Idéal's Adieu
In the middle of a gloomy night,
I was disturbed by loud sirens followed with cries of fright.
I wear my mask and white lab coat; It wears a crown.
But worry not for I will not bow down.
Unfortunately, the wicked crown has its cunning ways;
Deceived me and pricked me with its spiky menace.
Still, I stood up, determined to battle.
But, it's vengeful and made my lungs reverberate like a piece of paper being crumpled.
Before I bite the dust,
This is all I'll ever ask,
"Never let this perilous crown cast a spell over you.
Never give up in this tussle, believe 'cause I got you!"
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Panacea
Poetry"My kind of life support system and my oxygen..." Originally Written By: wondrouslayer
