Death

Death is death is death: Inevitability intertwines and Writhes in dance with Death – He always had an open door For Certainty. No need, you see, for any key To turn a lock for Death: Once you glide across the Marble threshold, Death pervades – A deep and dying comfort Settles in. In death presides A quintessential purity, Coupled with immortal honour. So welcome Death in death. Irrevocable magnetism: You, the molten alloy, Drawn along in tapered silence. Avast! a hovering ghoul: 'tis Death. Relax however – Here you'll have your eminence. Sundered forms, affrighted minds And mutilated souls Will never more exist. So let in death your salutations roar! Go! meet the waiting reaper – Hereinafter e'er the Keeper – Now you have eternal rest To be the anti-amaranth: In death you'll be forever! After all, you have no choice, No other option; Nor a route for your escape. Your home is He and His In death – you and He as one In death – the two of you shall come In death, together. Death is death is death. And life? You make a tapestry Of history, a record without mystery That plays until the bitter end When you eventually face, my friend Your death! And He'll be there To take your living heart of life: A second, and you're gone! You see? that all there is for us to be Is death with Death in death. Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009 Death death death Death death death death Death death death death death Death death death death death death Death death death death death Death death death death Death death death