Fate descends upon the mourners/At the funeral of their hopes and dreams
The black veil of sorrow/Draped over the mother of inventions countenance
A curtain of despair/Set at the final act
A lives work/Laid to rest awhile
The casket prison/Traps withering souls
An Idea/Smothered in infancy
Fixate your eyes/On what was
And remember well/Remembrance is the runners prize
The race is run/Time to rest your bones
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