DEATH Poem: MY EPITAPH, by Emma Heinzl

Once upon a time
I was widely known
Life was just sublime
I was not in it alone

I grew up in a castle
High above the hills
I existed without hassle
Didn’t stress about the bills

But as I got older
I became weak
I grew colder
My outlook turned so bleak

The couriers came to call
I heard the jesters laugh
My kingdom was to fall
I read my epitaph

“Here lies one who once was great
Through anarchy she was overthrown
Look and see her twisted fate
Destined forever to be alone”