Dancing With Death
A raven sits alone, perched upon a tombstone,
humming an eerie tone, which is sombrely known.
This deadly treachery is disturbing my reverie.
A shadowy energy, ready for tragedy!
My soul tries to ignore this Grim Reaper at my door.
I've seen him before, now he's back like an eager whore.
Upon my last breath, I prepare to dance with death,
sadly I must confess, I'm beginning to lose my strength.
Should I weep with woe, if this is my 'swan song' tango.
I just need to know how to perform my ending show.
Like a fish drawn to bait, it's time to accept my fate,
heaven or hell's gate is not for me to debate.
From mourning please abstain as memories will remain,
but those who mocked with disdain, from fake cries please refrain.
Silence was my nepenthe, but now it's my enemy,
as death is an adversary without a remedy.
Silent One
18 April 2021
Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2021
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