The masks are off, the play is done.
Players drifted off and right has won.
I have no time nor inclination
For false refutes and indignation.
So what is left is left behind
The play itself begins to unwind.
The audience drifted away
Empty theater and empty minds hold sway.
She had a black heart,
Black as coal.
Cold as a moonless winter.
Wrapped it around her victims,
Strangled them left them for dead.
But they rose up
Sent her an evil lover
To wrap his dark mind around hers,
Rip out what was left of her black heart.
and he left her as a voiceless puddle,
Slowly oozing into the sewer.
Such are the rewards of such a heart.
Guard yourself well
Before you join her.
She lived strong
She lived free
From the fear of fear
Held her head up high
As blindness and pain took hold.
As the cancer claimed her day by day.
She clung on with her very fingernails
Never asking for pity, never complaining.
It took her piece by piece
She fought it inch by inch.
Now gone she leaves behind –
No stone unturned
No love not expressed
No challenge not met.
That my friends is bravery.
It is a choice to stand up and fight
Or lay down and die on diseases terms.
Many live their lives
complaining, avoiding life.
seeing only darkness.
She didn’t and I am proud to call her friend.