As life danced over
into death´s sweet domain,
Slowly she waltzed,
knowing nothing remained,
Loves loved, all done,
new futures reared & raised,
A life lived full,
wending trails & hells duly blazed.
With skirts of the
earth, seas & wafting air swirling,
Flounced through portals
of heaven, gently unfurling,
The choral voices of
the living, now beginning to pall,
Echoing footsteps,
mere prints lost in memory´s hall.
“Death becomes you”,
he said, offering his cold hand,
And death danced her
slowly, into her new, but old land,
Now gone, the ruddy
red roses from upon her pale cheek,
Leaving alabaster kisses
in their place, so tender & meek.
Her ever watchful &
beady eyes now close & are stilled,
Now pearly in opalescent
nacre, at long last now tranquil,
Death knelt before
her & asked, “Please stay & be my wife,
I´ve walked beside
you forever, I´m so in love with you, my life”.
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