Death Oh translucent ghost, Your presence is felt so clearly, Yet you can never be seen, Nor can you be understood. Your breath creeps down my neck, Drawing the goosebumps from my skin, Stealing its lively color, And its youthful vigor, As you gently hold my hand, Down the uncertain path, Of my mislead life. Your only true companions, The serpent lain across thy weakened shoulders, The shoulders worn down by an endless river of melancholy souls, And your faithful scythe, The only defense against the willpower of a determined human soul, In the final moments as we try desperately to hold on, For we fear the unknown. The serpent that slowly coils around us, Reaching our necks at our final moments, To steal our last breath, As our soul is devoured, Sliced from our mortal ties, By your blade of sorrows and tears, To be carried away, By the biggest mystery of human mortality, The mystery of death. -Maiden
Posted on: Wed, 31 Jul 2013 14:26:03 +0000
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