Long Imaginationdeath Poems

If Death

Blood was drawn from a man I love
Blood I spilled with my gunning hands
Be for love… I chose to serve
Yet of death… I am not to find my man

I remember his name…
For it became a name… death couldn’t spell
Had he but a life he chose to remain
I wouldn’t have to kill my beloved Joel

Heavens sees my cemetery before me
 He who commands the Blood Raven
Yet the ravens flew further away I see
Where be my love, where is my Heaven?

‘Life is shorten by death
Death is lengthen for life’
The last of his words before he left
The last of him… love isn’t to revive

My immortality as a befallen
Have I not serve yet to deserve?
Overseeing death as a Blood Raven
Will I ever find my belove?
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written for the contest 'Among The Dead'