The day that Sorrow was borne,

A single tear was shed by all
For his first anguished cry
Resounded in the hearts of all,
From the Earth to the Heavens.

His birth was

The slow death of Hope,
And the decay of Dream,
And there was the beginning of Shame
And the creation of Doubt.

The first realms of Hell

Were painfully built,
And his gifts to
The Universe were
Pain,
Sadness,
And Despair.

He gave everyone something new to fear,

Something to rival even Death herself,
For there would be those
Who would throw themselves
Into Death's welcoming arms,
All to avoid the Pain,
All to escape the Despair of Sorrow.

And in his own misery,

He stays with you for a while,
Sometimes a long while.
You see, Misery does love company.
Each time he visits,
He stays just a little while longer,
And then still, sometimes
He stays an eternity,
For he is loyal, that Sorrow.

He is neverending.

He is Sorrow.