Their sorrows were halved when they cried
And daily, the strength of their empty hearts was tried
The dirge took them gracefully to another place
And every image of their death, they were quick to embrace!

The purple curtain closed when he bowed his head to the crowd
And the last tear coursed lazily upon his cheek
His sorrows were - as the applause of the crowd - loud
And so was the blood that from his heart was soon to leak

Every night was, but a weeping rehearsal
A preparation for the wailing of doomsday
The deepest tears heard the call of his soul
And every stream flowed as if only to obey

His daily pain was only as deep as his soul
Hidden as it were from the palpation of all
And though his face often portrayed a joy
The misery like a cancer was certain to destroy!

The cold blood flowed from his heart drop by drop
And every face about was a reminder of the dagger it bore
In his dark moments his slender hands would aimlessly *****
But the dearth of support hurt him deeper to the core