A teenage crush, into a virgin’s bait
Daughter of a priest, it is too late
In the youth of his prime, he lost his will
Seduced and enslaved, by a spider bite kill
A father’s fear, has yet come true
A foolish love that must be subdue
Tearing down, hope to what may come
Completing god’s work, that must be done
The word has been spoken, by the holy man
Turning down all desires, into tender sand
Keeping his daughter to himself,
And to other, a rotten hand
Alone he was, alone he became
In a battle with love, suffering and pain
Weakened and tired, he’ll always try
To win her heart, before he dies
But there is a way, to end it all
The wind of death, he hears, fulfilling the call
He wrote his will, with his bloody tears
He said goodbye, giving up to his fears
Days of snow, passed upon his grave
A mark was written by a wounded crave
As the young girl reads the mystical words
A blast of winds came up from the north
“I once have knew, a love so pure
That gave me life, it was my cure
But the road was rough, so hard to climb
As I surrendered, this was my crime”
Elie Abou Chaaya
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-wisdom-of-death-part-i/
