The drunken poet bellowing in midnight’s street
shuns his own gift to embrace Bacchus
The high electric wizard dabbles in black magic
inescapably caught in his own reckless spell
The soft, elegant tunesmith dreams of peace
hushed too soon by fate’s cruel hand
The bright comet rises for all to adore
suddenly dies in a fiery crash
The bold new troubadour grins, brash and fearless
gets lost forever on a dark, lonely road
The wretched songwriter, full of pain and dread
can no longer sing his own tortured songs
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I enjoyed this, Eric. The idea that creative voices are silenced too soon - through fate or poor choices - is a sad one, isn't it?
ReplyDeleteYes, each one of these was inspired by an actual musical icon who could've gone further than they did.
ReplyDeleteoooohh, I really like this one. Love the way you expressed each tragic end. Very nice, very nice, Eric!
ReplyDeleteI see your heart and dedication in each line. The power so briefly snuffed out.
ReplyDeletekeep it up.
blues and gospel for sure,
Di
ah tis a tragedy indeed to lose ones art and voice...
ReplyDeleteIn some cases senseless and self imposed. In others, just tragedy.
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