The royal realm of my heart's joy
is sadly enshrouded by the fiery
mists of devastating sorrow.
The is no mirth to be found within
my despondent soul, for it is savagely
encompassed by the dark armies of
violent and painful loss.
My mind lies as a rotting corpse upon
the bloody fields of terrible discontented
apathy, for the black legions of deep dismay
beguile me to no end, and have destroyed
the hallowed grounds of my happiness.
Leaving me to wallow helplessly in the sackcloth
and ashes of bitter mourning forever more.
Donavon Scott Vinson
