- a poem that's collaboratively written by two writers.
Writer Ian Jade Madrid:
In shadows cast, where whispers fade,
I'll craft a tale of death's dark shade,
A haunting scene, traumatic woe,
Where life and light begin to slow.
Upon this stage, a solemn night,
In silence, death takes its cruel flight,
A gasping breath, a fading sigh,
As one prepares to say goodbye.
The room grows cold, the air grows still,
As time itself begins to chill,
The heart's last beat, a solemn drum,
The mournful song of death has come.
The eyes that once held life's bright flame,
Now veiled in darkness, lost to shame,
A memory etched in trembling eyes,
As on this stage, a spirit flies.
The echoes linger, hauntingly,
In minds that bear this misery,
Trauma grips, a vice so tight,
As death unfolds its endless night.
Writer Eliexists:
Discerned was the mournful cries of sorrows
from the pitch-black forest's lost crows
Dim in the eyes sympathizing the loss
Preparing the soul to finally cross
Just realizing you were lied unto
There were no trumpets, no seraphs
There is not light ignited, nor a place in the skies
It was just a faint-dark and quiet night
Thus the passion to feel were visible
Face shouts empty but loud questions
Rather not astonished by an unforeseen welcome
Not on earth, but the gates to the Afterlife
There were the echoes of crunching leaves
When at last, the angel of death comes near
With its freezing presence there lies
A hand to share, and memories to excise
The human that once was turned heads to its side
Just for an observing owl to feed his eyes
It didn't cry but stared to its being; a soul
There's body no more, when it finally dies
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Writer's Note:
This poem is created to commemorate the passing of a friend.
