Drip...drip...drop...
It fell, it ran, it came down.
From the highest to the lowest
From tower high to gutter low
It fell, it ran, it came down.
Drip...drip...drop...
So do men's spirits frown,
From glee highest to doom low.
From the exhalt to the plummet
From the summit top to valley low.
Drip...drip...drop...
Then waxes the moon
A demon dwelt by doom,
A doom demanding death,
A death from sky to ground.
Drip...drip...drop...
The rain falls; each drop splatters
Swelling at impact,
Swelling to explosion,
Swelling beyond life's clutch.
Drip...drip...drop...
Life gone and splatters pop
No longer having certain form,
Chaos rules a disjointed drip,
As it falls from drip to plop.
By maximusdoom
