And death arrives
Not on a pale horse
Nor does he arrive
On the darkened halls
He arrives fashionably
With glitter and splendor
He arrives with fervor
And shines like the sun
He blinds with his riches
And robs your soul in turn
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Eternal Repose | Poetry Collection
Poetryliving in the moment while death is an eternal repose. A poetry collection in the memento mori sense.
