There’s a passion hidden,
Revealed by he the artist
Perspective outstretching an ocean’s horizon
So kill the poet you say,
It only clears out the mist.
Little beknownst to all
The treasure trove concealed
Sour love, betrayal, tragedy bestowed
The poet’s death,a blessing in disguise
The poem born to unveil hidden truths.
It’s the shoreline, it’s dawn’s break
A give and take rhapsody,
The poet meets transience, and it’s an awe
So kill the poet you say
It births only the power of his words.