Reminiscence Upon A Tombstone Poem by Elliot Moore Ahiator

I sit in sorrow and feel so hollow,
in frantic thoughts of tomorrow's gallows.
For in the corruption of my sanity,
i fear to face blunt realities
thus in self pity, I blame deities.

In royal tatters i reign, a pauper eternal.
Overwhelmed and branded a superstitious felon.
In life I did procrastinate religiously,
wallowing joyous in such repulsive vanity.
My dreams, duplicates of well shod creativity,
thus I basked in backward stupidity.

When wisdom shone ever brightly,
even in death, the boatman rejected.
For to transit, of me Hades required
a soul of pedigree renown,
an aristocracy becoming of the the Maker above.

Trapped in the nether regions of purgatory,
i wandered aghast, senile and lost
and treading upon the painful realities of consequence.
There she stood,
starring upon my sorry frame,
forever calm and remorseless.

she drew nigh to touch,
beauty fathomless, twas impossible that such should exist
in such gory landscape as here,
with arms stretched, straining to touch,
i clutched and clasped in such eagerness,
desperate for embrace divine.

Then and only then in the unveiling of the vile cheat,
was the phantom revealed at last.
Alas, twas none but the treacherous daughter of fantasy.
my soul being gullible to her vain witchery and deceit,
i'm wrought with despair, shaken to the very core.

Alike a rapture, all went dark,
my eyelids flutter and the farce is come to an end.
Whereas I awaken atop a tombstone.
Oh! that my soul may be glad and
seek to celebrate, never again to dwell on past folly.

Silence! A mute's bliss
Ever dwelling in wisdom's regal abode
For therein, peace found comfort
And understanding served meaning
A delicacy ever filling to the hearts content
And thus I'm served a lease anew,