The Specter
By: Andrea Lee
A specter form the
mt. everest
That shines brighter than
the moon during the night
Bestowed more than
the rest
To his art that was
the last yet his greatest
A
man, the specter made out of love
A
love more than Romeo had for Juliet
That
even the best of all poets
has
never solved nor deciphered
But
this man, who plans to end his life
With
feelings as sharp and deadly as a butcher knife
Thinks
that nobody seems to shoulder
The
largeness of his boulder.
A
hundred kilogram boulder
That
rolled from the mountain’s tip
Will
finally meet the creator
In
the end of the lonesome abyss.
Yet
he notices that the rock he carries
Will
not necessarily make him merry
Instead a mixture of sweet and sour
That
will help him in the judgment hour
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