Eulogy

Now that the passions deceased,
Sweet congeries of fantsy stashed away
No newfangled ideas about life ahead.

Melancholy, call it obscure musing if u may
I am growing to be a mournful optimist

Destiny has clocked me on the face
looking at the bleak visage of my future,
It's time to sojourn my foregone

Set out on a quest to invoke the dead
Out the black bile, Unbend the twisted soul