It was indeed an honor to write with him
RIP MARCUS and remember even in heaven
Love, Killed the Beast
Through his world written in rhyme and prose,
words echo clear across the skies.
Through love and hate in passions throes,
his howled tone misunderstood.
Through pain of light this beast hides,
ashamed of whom he really is.
Through darkened night his soul rides,
among the stars he named for her.
Through time that passes stuck in mud,
a sacrifice in life he now vows.
Through all the letters scribed in blood,
does she know how much he loves.
Through all the scribbled unread letters,
he never sent.
Through all the buried treasures,
his heart kept.
Through open fields he laid in tall grass,
blooms appeared that match his blood red.
Through his heart his Bonny Lass,
will live on beyond his time on earth.
Through all that’s said when done,
a silent pledge to her was made.
Through and through she is the…
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