Metamorphosis Tragedy
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May there be no ended beginnings.

Metamorphosis Tragedy

The death-knell rang and rang

The death-knell rang and rang So the tiger snipped its whetted fangs

The death-knell rang and rang So the tiger snipped its whetted fangs Instead of a roar, it tried to sang

The death-knell rang and rang So the tiger snipped its whetted fangs Instead of a roar, it tried to sang An elegy for the recurring pangs

The death-knell rang and rang So the tiger snipped its whetted fangs Instead of a roar, it tried to sang An elegy for the recurring pangs But an unforgiving man sprang

The death-knell rang and rang So the tiger snipped its whetted fangs Instead of a roar, it tried to sang An elegy for the recurring pangs But an unforgiving man sprang And there his carbine brashly rang.

Pit viper purged its maleficent toxin,

Pit viper purged its maleficent toxin, A lemon-coloured virulence once held within

Pit viper purged its maleficent toxin, A lemon-coloured virulence once held within The viper then asked, "Am I now benign"?

Pit viper purged its maleficent toxin, A lemon-coloured virulence once held within The viper then asked, "Am I now benign"? "I can play you a mandolin!"

Pit viper purged its maleficent toxin, A lemon-coloured virulence once held within The viper then asked, "Am I now benign"? "I can play you a mandolin!" But the man just made a wide grin

Pit viper purged its maleficent toxin, A lemon-coloured virulence once held within The viper then asked, "Am I now benign"? "I can play you a mandolin!" But the man just made a wide grin And made a strong gash pass through its skin.

The deadly nightshade bear fruits no more

The deadly nightshade bear fruits no more And if one appeared, it made it bitter than before

The deadly nightshade bear fruits no more And if one appeared, it made it bitter than before Barrettes of unenticing berries she wore

The deadly nightshade bear fruits no more And if one appeared, it made it bitter than before Barrettes of unenticing berries she wore To cease the grief-stricken moments of yore

The deadly nightshade bear fruits no more And if one appeared, it made it bitter than before Barrettes of unenticing berries she wore To cease the grief-stricken moments of yore She wanted to be a plant, tender and adored

The deadly nightshade bear fruits no more And if one appeared, it made it bitter than before Barrettes of unenticing berries she wore To cease the grief-stricken moments of yore She wanted to be a plant, tender and adored But spiteful eyes wouldn't just let her dwell anymore.

Then comes the month of September

Then comes the month of September The ideal time to plant the alluring oleander

Then comes the month of September The ideal time to plant the alluring oleander Its flushed taffy-coloured petals turned to umber

Then comes the month of September The ideal time to plant the alluring oleander Its flushed taffy-coloured petals turned to umber Her nectar, saccharine and syrupy now bitter

Then comes the month of September The ideal time to plant the alluring oleander Its flushed taffy-coloured petals turned to umber Her nectar, saccharine and syrupy now bitter Gone are the bees that around her once wander

Then comes the month of September The ideal time to plant the alluring oleander Its flushed taffy-coloured petals turned to umber Her nectar, saccharine and syrupy now bitter Gone are the bees that around her once wander And gone is she, with a rancorous hand to pluck her.

The tiger and the viper

The tiger and the viper The deadly nightshade and the oleander

The tiger and the viper The deadly nightshade and the oleander Stirred an elegy or threnody

The tiger and the viper The deadly nightshade and the oleander Stirred an elegy or threnody But before they could offer a song of apology

The tiger and the viper The deadly nightshade and the oleander Stirred an elegy or threnody But before they could offer a song of apology They would not let them struck the lyre

The tiger and the viper The deadly nightshade and the oleander Stirred an elegy or threnody But before they could offer a song of apology They would not let them struck the lyre Passing away instead with romanticized satires.

Such is the sorrow of their metamorphosis

Like having a denouement before prologue,

Sunset before sunrise,

Outdo before anacrusis,

And death before life.

A poem about people who want to change and make up for past wrongs but are struggling because of the continuous hate and unchangeable view they receive from people.

Let no one inhibit your metamorphosis.

Thank you for reading! :)

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