In delusion born, we die in sorrow - for milo

[billy]

cliched to hell and back but it reads like it's meant to be. [simply because it's for milo the depraved]
while i'm not a cliche fan, i wouldn't change any of them in this poem. other than to say i enjoyed it and it's not a great poem is all i have to offer

In delusion born, we die in sorrow
for milo, a man depraved
 
I am a man depraved;
it is the pleasure of such sorrow.
A grave man might I be tomorrow
—that is I'll be engraved—.
I look forward and for,
the yesterdays of my tomorrows,
I have no time to let or borrow,
when Death comes knocking at the door. 
 
 
Erthona
 
 
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