A Poem to the Dead

Composed May 2, 2003- recently re-discovered during the move. This poem has always stuck with me, and I consider it one of my personal favorites that I have composed. Enjoy!



"My Majesty!", The Jester said, "I see the Princess running down the hall!-
She sings of books, of life, and love and makes no sense at all!-
Up until this day she has spoken not a word,
But now she twirls, she wails and flails-
It simply is ubsurd!"

"My Jester," said the Queen so trite, "I fear you are mistaken!-
My sweet princess would not be by inspiration overtaken!
She is a prim and proper Princess, as perfect as can be,
Open that door and look again- someone else you'll see!"

"My Queen," the King said softly, beneath his beard of gray,
"Our daughter is and always was just as she is today.
She runs and writes in to the night,
And yells the day to fled!
But you, my dear, have never heard-
Because your soul is dead."