My Perpetual Fate
A Shadow, I am.
My silhouette is dark, my eyes are gray,
My footsteps; silent and gracefully gay.
I walk among fellow graves.
Death surrounding me.
Pity me not!
For exuberance holds my heart; not despair.
My life is beauty.
I do not lament death but embrace Her grasp.
She who begins new life and nurtures lost souls.
I envy, Her gift to guide the departed, Her beauty.
For in Death we are free & know all.
Death is not fear but beautiful darkness.
I embrace my perpetual fate.
Copyright © Lauren Reindel | Year Posted 2011
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