An Emperors Gone
One more, has stepped through the door.
Will now the laughter be less loud ?
When next, we meet, and gather?
Ours numbers are, one less.....
Though, our shadows grow, and swell.
Another’s on his way, to ......Valhalla.
He’s off, to regroup...... in hell.
As the 600’d, take to the floors.
Behind 600 doors !
They stand, with raised glass.
And await, his .....arrival.
To fill that gap,
On, the Great Hall’s table.
They’re, waiting ......
For,
2 Para Doc
to take his place.
Giajl © Jim Love