PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Oh how sad when life endeth.
Dried bones in a wrecked shell.
A wretch that once was a man.

When thy heart lieth forever still
in thy empty chest and darkness
cometh.

Then thou seest;

With blind eyes that never again
shall see thou beheldest thy
final doom.

Like a small bird of blackness it
cometh to seize thy soul. Ripping
it from thy immobile corpse.

Taken to the realms of the Second
Death. Forever to be nothing in black
seas of neverending night.