Crooning The Threnody

Lying in the door of my reaching expedition.
Crooning the threnody in my seclusion.
I reminisce the shares of bliss and meloncoly, I had hast,
To the dregs I hath quaffed.

The dusk of my age approached me anon.
Life seems like an evening gone.
When desires were summoned,
They brewed and strewed.
For some, urged by my diet,
Some satiated my appetite.
And others doth hath whetted my soul in fain
Or maybe, kept me sane.

Today in the midst of evening glow,
And nights flowing dole.
I hallucinate in surmise all the visage
Whom I confronted through my surreal life's vintage.

Life which is insatiatable;
Life which is unpredictable;
Life waning from full moon
To new moon.

All the mystic faces,
Before me in whims tapestry of laces.
As ethereal as a feather,
Yet weighed more than my life's leather.

Faces I begat, faces begotten,
Faces forgotten.
Faces loved, faces despised,
Faces mesmerised.

All appeared, my memories glinting,
The parchment flipping.
Something was weird, the memories hustle
Yet demure bustle.

All parchments I sojourned through
Amid my childhood and womanhood's
Vanity I behold in lieu
Of the approaching defunct to my hood.

I loll and allow my thoughts to loiter
Encircling death.
In my minstrelsy threnodes enter:
Death a bitter truth, not a myth.

Expenge all, even a mountain,
Leaving but rowan.
Either burried or the ashes driften.
Death- sleep's coeval yet so sloven.

Man is man, neath the gauze
And thou Lord dwells aloft the gauze.
The  gauze is the cause amid et al;
Materialism gripping the man in gaol.

The soul croons the threnodies,
In doleful odds 
To depart the counterparts
And elude in thy path, Lord.

The sorrow is deep.
Running through the vains in lithe
Thy path is chastened
Men race and one day taste it.
Such is thy pleasure,
Intriges us into this leisure.

At nounce, my soul croons the dirge
For the yearnings it urged;
While it lived the days of cheer.
Yearnings denied through the years.

Anon, they'll be revealed.
When this soul is gone and veiled.
Rises above the gauze,
It'll be valued the most and rivalries be dodged.

My soul rues for departing alone,
The kith and kin to mourn
In the indignant hands of the world.
World eveready to devour and curl.

Threnodies are sung,
When it sees the creation done.
So lovingly crafted but secluded.
Soon the scroll will taint indicted;
Conceive into fume rise aloft the gauze
To reach its holy lodge.

The slumber so eternal,
When all the dreams annal.
Someday, I'll try to wake in fain
But all my efforts in vain.

Thenceforth, my soul croons the threnody.
Whence, my soul is crooning the threnody.