Across the soothing skies of Autumn, maroon and murky,
There laid Death's own blossoms, crimson and murky.
Oh! How lustrous and luminous was the heart of thine,
yet Death's hart was n'er to degrime.
To be surrounded by thy lithe life,
only to succumb to its cold scythe.
Forever rejoicing unto a meadow that will one day lose all hope,
Forever voicing unto a cornfield that will one day be ploughed,
how does thy ardent soul cope?
Thy sere wings be glowing in the searing sun,
ready to be drowned under Death's sounding sea-
Life shall slumber under dreary stars that run.
Yet the dreary stars shall turn weary and die,
thy wings will then succumb and no longer fly,
sounding seas of Death then shall come,
to engulf thy corpse unto its sounding sea.
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ꨄ 𝙻𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑ꨄ
PoetryLife and Death; Joy and Sorrow. They're just two wings to the same body.
