The last breath so serene yet grand

The impending end, the end of an age

Yet the delicate strings of life so gay

Await the snap of death's fiery rage.

But will the passing away in its wake

Wash away the deeds, even the pure.

Will the untamed flames of doom,

Of my life, complete obliteration secure?

The cold words like a shower of arrows

Pierced the heart like a steel blade.

Tears came, like blood from a wound;

On this day, a deep cut was made.

Sound logic was discarded and undone,

Emotions lay bare, hanging in the air.

Air laden with love's forgotten moisture,

Of my now-battered soul this is the lair.

The untamed force erupting underneath;

Below the glossy surface of decorum.

Finally finds an opening to just let go

Of all the energy, after this boredom.

Returning stars have often faded,

Into the quiet dullness of folklore.

Will this erupting energy also move,

Into this trap that lies in store?