Effigy

Why does the writer mourn? His hands and pen doth make no mark His mind is shadowed in the dark Demeanor thus forlorn, Why does the writer mourn?

Why does the writer weep? The pages bleed and ink runs wet He stays alone where he is set Such secrets doth he keep, Why does the writer weep?

Why does the writer shake his fist? The pages fly into the air Fall, torn, to earth, he leaves them there He bows his head, love is too much Its quiet, longing, gentle, such- His fingers round his mouth will touch The lips that once were kissed.

That's why he shakes his fist.