Sorrow
Sorrow Crowgod by Apterus A blessing we all thought it was, Riddled us with a childish cause. Such theatrics, worthy of an applause, All was in harmony, now in dust. Before Sorrow came the Joy. Filled us with joy the young boy, Ah, what years he would enjoy, If he hadn't seen the drawers of the highboy. One drawer revealed the another, Such plague could even kill the earth mother. Blimey, such beauty to claim! No room to shame, I am to blame. The young boy was a dweller, Finding beauty in a wine cellar. Is it your strongest suit to have your love in dispute? One tear flooded the heart, Yet it couldn't take our sins apart. My dear Joy, lost its harmony, Whipped with hatred, burnt in ash, Memories made a splash. An angel it was, Joy was no more, His wings were only sore. The face he once used to embrace, Melted into a cup for her to drink. Capturing his remains, a gullible chase, Joy became Sorrow, her wings now inked. No face, yet he could scream, Was it his nightmare or her dr...