They believed the demon fell wanweird
Assuming it dead they all sighed
But they buried a poet who never died......
Through the cacophonous moans of sorrow
Beneath the earth it patiently waited
For the time to be poetically reinstated......
Erupting from a metaphor less grave
Allowing for the speechless to be as they lie
While I continue to scribe of things that won\'t die....
To fill empty pages with new tear stains
Renewed, ready for the continued journey
To finally find what it is to complete me..