In Search of Epsilon

Not very Epic

The three men I admired the most,  

But not the father, the son, or the holy ghost.  

My friends, who have shared all my woes,  

Will leave me looking at a friend’s corpse.  

Lucius was tired.  

Thinking of someone past, but never forgotten.  

Someone that we never knew or inquired. 

Are we all going to die and suffer the same?   

Are we simply going to live to expire?  

Fighting every day for a single extra breath.  

Living, without any wants or desires?  

Nay I say!  

Damn you I say!  

Damn this non-existent entity that never inspires.  

It only conspires 

Against our greatest light.  

I turn to the man that wants to separate our brotherly love 

I scream at him, as my feelings begin to take flight.  

They soar,  

And most definitively not quietly into the night. 

I call him a monster.  

He still manages to smite 

One of the only friends I have in this lonely world.  

My friends do not go to help me or him, it seems as if even daylight.  

Shunes at my attempts to do the right thing.  

Maybe I’ll have to ask the moonlight.  

Rage! Rage! My own self must rage!  

Rage against the dying of the light!  

But what does it matter when you are powerless and alone?  

Not even the greatest revolutionaries could do everything without a helping hand.  

Death is all that’s left.  

I have suffered a great theft.  

Not even this bad poem could fill what is bereft. 

Because quite simply,  

Death is really all that is left.  

After that day, I started to wonder alone.  

Louis went another way, 

Never looking at the gravestone.  

Only a lesson remained.  

Alexander stayed in the plane 

May was someone that should not be left unattended.  

I wish I could see the little goth loli one last time. 

Before my journey with them ended.