Death

death

her whisper like a melody

drifting

between the silver branches

lulls your aching heart

her frozen fingers welcoming

against the dense scarlet fever

her eyes transparent and ultramarine;

hallucination inducing

On the ground, beneath her feet

pearly skeletons glitter

their black velvet dresses;

rippling in soft grey wind

a violet dawn drowning

in their wide, beautiful eyes

surrender is easy

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One thought on “Death

  1. What an extraordinarily lovely gothic poem, Lily!
    Under an eclipsed Moon, too. (We have a total lunar eclipse today, a difficult day for everyone on the planet, let alone for our burdened souls.)
    Strength and Light, my dearest friend.
    You are in my mind and heart always.
    Leon

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