Death's Epitome
Lurking in this
cold stale room;
the air a dead
silent anticipation
Hordes of well wishes
some with last wishes
flow of tears
run free
words of love
entwine thee
Last thoughts begin
to embody the mind
of thy soul
Fear ebbing
quicker than a whisper
deigned to a fate
to remain true
Slate though near completion
reeking uncertainty
seeking a resolution
to set that peace
A veil of sadness
falls over all;
the stage once filled
with jubilee
now stand stark
Curtains down
ovations aplenty
the end is here
let go,
give that last breath
Death is here to claim thee...