Requiem For Love Poem by Lauren Kapusta

Somehow, the sun finally set on it.
A beautiful, wonderful, joyful institution,
Cruelly put down by the ones who,
Claim it is still very much alive.
It is a truly frightening realization.
With the murder of Love, God's wrathful,
Stare only instensifies.
The masses beweep, moan and groan.
The rivers of the world are made of tears.
Beggars begin to beg from beggars.
Rich men swindle and decieve one another.
Demons rise and angels only fall.
Sweet, glorious and all encompassing,
Love has finally died.
She lies cold and alone in the earth.
Chivalry and Hope, her late brother,
And sister are her neighbors.
Words of affection are shallow.
Snakes and malevolence-mongers run rampant.
The few who remember Love are,
Heartlessly rooted out like Abraham's offspring.
With the ultimate death of the lovely,
Innocent lady, the world crumbles faster.
The world becomes a festering corpse.
There will always be a rebel who,
Remembers the days meant to be.
But for now it is only the worst.
She lays under a tombstone which reads:
'Love, the immortal who somehow died.'.