Epilogue Poem by Robert Edgar Burns

What I remember most are her
mesmerizing pools of shimmering beauty.
Eyes that could draw you inside
and make you never want to leave.
They radiated beauty and warmth
from deep within the heart of a
beautiful angel of a woman,
the kind most men only dream of.
Her outer beauty was a perfect match
for her inner beauty and charm.
I remember her long dark hair,
the way she combed it and the way
she lifted it up to put pins and bows in it.
I remember everything about her,
as I studied her day and night as a lover
of great art would study every little
detail of a masterful work of art.
But, she exceeds any work of art in all
the galleries of the world. To me,
she literally was the whole world.

But from the foolish ridiculous mind
of a petty and selfish man,
I crushed her spirit, and killed what I
arrogantly thought I could never lose.
And lose her I did. Oh wretched man
that I am! How could I throw away
a treasure that could never be measured
by earthly scales and treat it like it was
of little value to me. For that is the complete
opposite of what I meant to do. But in my
declining days, I find I do mostly those things
I never would have done before
in my life, and the things I know I
should do, I fail to do properly. If I could
only turn back the hands of time.
But what awaits me ahead now will
only bring sweet relief from a life
of pain and a broken heart and spirit
filled with regrets. But as the death rattle
escapes my lungs and ends my worldly
sorrows, the last words to escape my lips
will be, “Juliette, I love you!

This cup of poison pressed to my lips,
oh wretched man that I was,
please end my suffering and my grief,
In this, my Epilogue!


A 21st Century Review of
A 16th Century Script.