The passing of Merlin

Stand not on the lot...

 his grave is called...

in disappointment...

nor shake...

in epileptic rage...

for he...

who ever was...

this thin lipped...

wonder of all...

time and space...

you seem to hunger...

he is not so vain...

to plan in pain...

to meet the maker...

and has had to take...

his prat fall...

from the stage...

that you concur...

with his demise...

this conveyance...

to another vale...

for Salem...

has prepared...

as he is now...

incredibly alive...

thou hath wasted...

precious gall...

thus...

haste...

but do not stumble...

on withdraw'l...

oh...

say...

of the quickened...

is there not...

a sough...

not a trace...

in all the forest...

not a trace...


Written by Bruce James Clyde 2015