gJFB dirge
He came from a shattered world A cold father, A wicked stepmother, A sister, and two sotted brothers. His enemies were few and his friends even fewer. There were three who cared, who dared to look into the hardened shell seeing the living hell. Two sisters, one of blood, and one of spirit, and a friend who knew it; ...and felt it. They reached out loving hands only to be answered with the carnage of a blood stained hand. The crimson drops appalling to the ground falling. A silent wrawl ending it all Now he is buried in the ground asleep In the earthly keep, where life does not go deep. He lies there silently in the dark away from the world so stark. Free of fears that tormented Free of inner demons that tortured Free from the emptiness that drowns Soon the world will forget him. Soon three in death with join him. K. C. Barry














