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| This is just a collection of random writings and such I've done. Most of the stuff here is from Youngy's creative writing class but there'll be some other stuff, too. Enjoy. COFFIN Here is death, mortality trapped within a box of pine Sunk beneath the earth, six feet deep; it lies supine As tons of dirt lay heav�ly on its lid To crush the case and unearth what is hid A bed to lay the lost and fallen in A space for hollow eyes and sallow skin A resting place for those not apt to burn Or seek their fate in every leaden urn Inside the grave, with flesh all pale and grey A chamber to conceal the slow decay With mouths that never speak nor tongues that taste Their bodies lie forever, death-embraced The world above shall never more descry The steadfast gaze of every sunken eye Languishing below the putrid soil Are legions who released the mortal coil Cradled in the planet�s earthen womb The dissoluted fester in their tombs Each casket stands, a testament to death A symbol of each final fleeting breath Within the crates, the corpses rot away The starless night of faded mortal day Silently, the rest, devoid of sound In sepulchers, in prisons underground A simple marble slab above declares release Writ in sorrow, the epitaph reads only: �Rest In Peace� - This was a form poem I had to write. It came out looking like two coffins with a cross on the lid of each. Witherow wants to try to turn it into a song. Good luck. |