Continue on from 'The Suicide' poem
Mood:  accident prone
When I listened to this music that you listen to now I felt inspired as the rush of energy flowed through me, and so I began to write this poem. This is as a continuation onto the poem I called 'Suicide'.The basic idea here is that the girl has been dead for a while now and her funeral is in session. This is what her family have left for the vicar to read out in the ceremony.

Silent commiserations

The silence in the commiseration of which she gave her life, as her hopes for endurance slowly fades and stains the blackened walls.
The wounded looks upon our faces, the tears that deluge our eyes, we weep silently to denote this loss and for all that she once touched. The day is shadowed by murkiness and our pleads go unrequited, as we contemplate her burial ground to throw the holy grail.
Deliverance is not an option as she soon goes to hell. Reverence for her soul was lost with no remorse from Christ.

Oh mighty god your child was taken, absconded with the devil. Her eyes light like fire as she bowed to the sinner and god condemned her soul. Fate conspired to observe her demise and so we lament with our poisoned shallow eyes.

Natalie Browning
Live forever in our hearts and our soul. We will judge you, not by your sins, but by the content of your character and the fortunes of your life. We thank you now almighty god and may she rest in piece.
Amen