Life After Life
Coffin
Your striking aura leaves most folks aghast,
a somber beauty that bequeaths its mark.
Adorned in satin, some would think miscast,
may leave the tenant raging in the dark.
Declaims fond memoirs of the recent past,
before the raven called, there was a lark.
How fitting that you came to be from death
and now inured to lack of deed and breath.
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