Mors Vincit Omnia

Death Conquers All There were white roses tied with tiny red ribbons all over the place nothing imposes; they’re everywhere full of grace…. far and wide; here and there! I can see the beauty in them I envisage it in so many ways peace and freedom. the tranquillity....... the poignant fragile beauty. screaming morality. At the one final exultation the gathering of the soul the ceremony in expectation yet it is not my time to enrol; I've seen it in so many places I have called it by name so many times extending its graces. I have worshipped you at your altar. I walked in your shadow Having my writ in the psalter. seen your reflection on the show Still, it is not enough! No one has promised me tomorrow I only count on it today and it's tough. The truth about my death demonstrates the gentleness of my grave without gasping for my last breath.