Brian Elwin Haner Jr.: An Ode

Woe is the world
For it has lost a most precious gem.
Songs of Sorrow.
Lyrics of desolation.
These are the fervernt pleas,
The desparate cries,
Lamentations of joys passed.
Return to us oh Wonderous One.
Rain down, for our reconciliation,
The magnanimous merriement
Of the almighty fret domination.
Blend the tantilizing tidbits
Weave melodies on high
Deign to grace these lowly serfs
These undeserving odious pissants
Dare to taunt and flaunt
For your fingers move
Like wind through a meadow
They dance as ballerinas on
A high beam,
Hear these moans of agony
Rush forward to meet the
Adoring mass, all neatly aligned.
We are your canvas.
Make your art.