Minerva.

Minerva, so you've affirmed you're gone.

Gone never to come again,

and all I'm left to feed on is the pain-

this that eats the flesh to the bone.

Minerva, thank you for the life lessons,

I'll oft° remember you though my end beckons.

My heart aches and now I know;

I know deeds that can make a butterfly run mad,

Or a termite commit suicide.

Minerva, it pains to the bone and now I know,

I know where the universe's unknown end reigns

and where Earth's unforgiving brutality begins.

Minerva, up the sky the moon murmurs sadly;

The dull night unconcerned, lazily gives way to morning,

thus the long night rekindles my mourning,

for Minerva's loss and the soul I'm giving away bravely.

For earth reddens at the sun's glow and the rain,

So will my ashes rest in the common urn.

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