Deathly Universe

Inspired by the sadness by the death of Alan Rickman (1946-2016)

Here's a universe

Where 'tis all better or worse

Where impossible turns possible

And possible turns impossible

Find words turning to breath

A whisper of air, good or bad

The sweet goodness lift high the head

And the bitter gives hearts the wreck

Then, all goods have tinge of black

Give the angels sense of desperate

While the vain humans will break

Tears crying for bones that cracked

Could you see those breathing words?

Intruding your heads and on

Overcoming your lungs to choke

Imprison hearts with lost locks

Then your breath will hold its blow

While in the moment a human's gone

The second in your time rests from ticking

Same time his stopped from living

Human it is to cry, so they say

But the soul knows none like a pain

Those hearts of longing, sadness, wrath

The mourning of someone's death

O, how great devastation

To ignore the earth like none

Hurting like unnameable demon

Ruthless, furious, vicious to the bone

And those mouths will speak

The flying words will try to soothe

But then, my friend, no meaning it makes

For to me, spoken they are in no volume

Isn't the universe selfish?

The ego of those wishes

Passion trapped in righteousness

Vanity surrounded by mightiness

And the earth, has it any care?

Will it mourn human's death?

And the ground, never will it break

Has it no eyes for those who are sad

A process it is, so they say

The good and bad, glad and sad

My dear, is that not empty sentence?

For even the wise men avoid the case

Thoughts: humans are great, many they create

And the words they swallow, make it their breath

Another selfish and arrogant words lie on the bad

But in the end, the vanity is swallowed by death

And so is the universe, my friend

Where impossible turns possible

And possible turns impossible

A place where might turns ignoble

Author's Note

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