The final message,
A blue tick burning bright,
In the darkness of my ignorance,
Oblivious child, sweet child.
Did your mother not teach you?
Did daddy forget to tie your shoes?
The balances were tilted,
Libra did scandel,
An extra lie in a dish somewhere,
Chalked up to her mistake,
Scandalous libra.
Foolish libra.
Old days,
Remorse felt real,
A shell of what was once,
A hollow empty take place,
The once iron hand of regret,
Metled into a pot of stew.
Drank by devils,
Chided by the children,
Who teased and cried
'thats all she wrote, that's all she wrote' .
-obloet
(s can del, sca ndel)