Death of sweetness

cry cry, enter the agony, melancholy

when the shadows of grief fall upon

the upright structure incessantly

heaping the truthful con.

when the pain is grown

the crystals from eyes cannot flee

matters not the consolation it be,

angels flutter their wings and see

but nothing for them to mourn

nothing for them for the flight

nothing was done at right

when the funeral it should be

existed not in sight,

wonder the skies and realize in time so less

that it was the death of sweetness!