{"sf1_id":332540,"sf2_id":"znJEJAqm","title":"Poem: Life \u0026 Death","author":"Dalkorrd Malvolio","words":84,"posted_at":"2012-01-30T19:12:00.000Z","tags":["Poem"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/332540-poem-life-death","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/znJEJAqm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/be/a5/bea5697b-dd3a-41d5-8e27-7c05e97419da","description":"#1 of Poems by Dalkorrd Malvolio\n\nA poem that I wrote back in my freshman year of High School for English class.","content":"The King of the Dead says, \"Ne'er they goes\"\n\nThe mourner is not easily consoled\n\nThe Reaper's cloak conseals the Syth of Souls\n\nEven the corpse is covered in mold\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nLife is like a fragile, frail flower\n\nMany have tried to take control\n\nEven wise men do not have the power\n\nSeraphs can do naught, but go patrol\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nLife and Death can be happy or sad\n\nDeath can not win in Life's own gladness\n\nLife can not win, because Death's so mad\n\n  \n  \n\n"}