In Death, My Final Part

A tower grim; a glowering darkness, And only brown of red the other hue – I saw it in the distant eyes – And yes, He knew, but focussed only On the mortal soul of mine – After all, He had a role to play, And wine: my shivering blood to quaff! If only I could Him betray – To break the seal of destiny; Escape the lone cacophony That emanates from wailing minds! Damn the fate of His – it awes and blinds! But oh! the mighty hammer strikes a toll; The slow approach of Him upon the knoll Commences exudation of a dying heart. Endorsing all, I honed my final part. 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 death death death death death death The final part