Rêves Canadiens


                    fade to black

            so it is then, mine eyes deny me
            all of which i know
            i shall not see the yellow sun rise nor fall
            trapped am i
            a sole occupant thrust into
            a black universe where color was killed
            murdered by the reaper
            who roam amugst the dead.

            hence, i'll never again watch my rose
            as she waked the morn
            so it is then
            i must be cursed to fall
            upon invisible stones
            unaware of the shimmering red
            escaping me

            o what foul maker
            who envisioned my demise
            and smiled.

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