Lacuna

Living death

A tranquil road bridge of arcadia,
where the sun and moon are always foreseen,
and a broken boat lies.
As soothe of the sound rain splashes on everything the sun and moon see,
our oldest foe, Death, silently creeps.
The place where people cheered the existence,
helped them cross a long path anon,
has become impure.
Beyond the embankment above the waters,
he stood in silence,
grinning ear to ear under his hood.
How ironic;
where Life used to be,
now Death is living.