Beware the stares of the Bearer Of Gloom
for he watches to snatch the soul, seared with despair,
and dares to declare his carefully planned schemes,
making lies the fare of his intentions.
Under the guise of a carefree spirit,
mans’ dearest desire is to caress his ego,
unaware the nightmare awaiting his threadbare hope,
un-prepared for his share of destiny,
None are spared from the pallbearer,
that holds the final farewell.
With a rare flare for caressing words,
truth glares from hope, in parenthesis.
“Come, share this rare commodity of time,
and bear well the warning appeared here before you.
The wares of life are compelling to the downtrodden,
But, beware the stares of the Bearer of Gloom.”
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