my last moments

misty,
a morning sight clogged,
falling dew,
a birds freezing,
everything from a cold hiding,
in my death,
a fog embrace this corpse,
laid on straws,
tied to yet to season logs,
carried to that river,
a murky water now all clear,
gushing that did seize,
stillness,
float me in their goodbyes,
a ritual they will make,
shower this cold body with roses,
black,
and light a flame,
then drift me away,
waving from the banks,
mourns,
a tears forcefully shed,
hearts happy,
dancing in joy,
the demise of a nobody,
the son of no one,
father to none,
a husband to never be,
so none a ghost shall haunt,
the merry of dying young,
but a spirit shall awaken,
their lands to roam,
and to every unkind heart,
shall rip apart,
squeeze out,
that cold scolder,
a eyes shall pluck out,
slit their throats,
hang that kicking silly,
a young ghost that dates death,
married to the devils daughter,
and so be it,
the reign of fire brought,
to walk with crows,
guided by owls,
the dark to rule,
immortality,


©2011