See this Vessel cold and shrivelled,
With deep lines its features ciselled,
And whose tenrdils dry and withered
Are mere draping for the bones
Gaze upon it: Be deceived
By its rotting frailty
-Far more than the eye can see
Lies within this ghastly Crone.
For even such decrepitude
Can spawn from within its sinews
Yet some new promise of life.
Such is nature's fortitude
Each demise births something new
To perpetuate its strife
Again, sometime in 2005
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