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.
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