The Black Cup
By shedevilrkg
Shrouded in the dark enigma of life, And contained by the barrier of death; The end for which the young child must strife, Waiting to take her one and final breath. Coming ever closer to the blade's song, She waits in silence for the cold, black end; Committing the dark crime that some think wrong, She waits for the lullaby of her friend. Pictures swim in her head as she picks up Her long, lost friend of death and endless pain. Only a few souls drink from this black cup; The few not knowing there's much more to gain. But she, like others gone before know not How others waking, still in life, have fought.one of my attempts at a sonnet.. Written May 6th, 2001 © on Nov 17 2001 11:50 AM PST 0 • 10
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