The End

Oh horrible day!

What happened to have those fateful words be written?

I feel so guilty and I'm sure that I am.

It is said the fault is not my own, but I won't believe it.

How came these things to pass?

A line we all have heard.

Yet somehow these words have meaning here.

I wish not this fate upon us,

but if it must be, can I not know the meaning?

It came so sudden and left quicker still.

Words of death, written in poison.

Why be is so, that span of time be so small,

Yet in it, last eternity?

These words come with tears, and so numbness is evident

I can no longer indite.