Rue No More

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Rue No More

Poem

The fanfares have faded, only echoes
In lesser lips the memory of that savour,
By reminiscence reliving the hour forever
For memory’s fruit is sweeter than reality’s.

All sheen of hues have aged to a dulness;
Colours, like youth clinging to ideal’s edifice,
Did eagerly daub the high wall face
And amplified wonder of heroic poises.

The veneer peels like dry skin 
Of old limbs that tires of youth,
Forlorn words utters the mouth
Wearied of the ways too human.

Each breath like a poignant lute
Sings on ode to melancholy,
For departs vestiges of humanity
To the dawning of soul’’s light.

‘Rue no more, rue no more’, said the Spirit,
‘In death of thy mortality I am solely complicit.’