Dying

At life's final sorry end
she comes on mighty wings.
She picks me up carefully
and to me gently sings.

A lullaby of calm and quiet
of peace eternally.
And in my ear she whispers
"Together finally".

Her skin is polished marmor
her eyes forever deep
So in Death's loving arms
I gently fall asleep.



Poetry by Karl-Johan
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Written on 2008-09-22 at 19:19

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Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
I like this, it flows, has rhythm and is done in such a way that I don't automatically scream pathos

Elle x

Language: 5
Format: 4
Mood: 5
Overall: 5
2008-09-22


Daybreaker
Beautifully. Really nice rythm.
2008-09-22