The tide creeps in,
A ceaseless predator
Who always strikes true.
It will be your prison.
Your sky without stars.
The lullabies it sings speak only of death.
The chains that bind you
To the weathered stone
Make your skin seem to shine
In the bright moonlight.
How fitting
That a creature so pure
Will meet its end in such darkness.
Though the line between
life and death has blurred,
Your eyes are clear
as you look toward the sky,
As if painting the stars
Forever in your memory.
You are not afraid of me.
The tide creeps across your neck.
Can you hear its singing?
Yet your light hasn't dimmed.
It's glowing brightly,
Paying a final tribute
Before I take you away
From a world you call home.
YOU ARE READING
Death's Lullaby
FantasyA short poem depicting the death of a young woman, as narrated by Death.
