In Death

Laying beholden
Flowers down;
Tucked between
Praying hands --
Softly spoiled,
Withering frown.

Darken skies leave-taking,
Willing no fear --
Your deathly coronet;
Far past near.

Your jaunt
In death
My --
Complete
Gratifying
Release.

Reviews

[Pryde Foltz]

Darken skies leave-taking,
Willing no fear --
Your deathly coronet;
Far past near.

A beautiful dirge.