Death moves slow as though wisp of smoke;
chilling with caprice in mere last moments.
We breathe in solace offered to us by lilies;
reminding us of soul, its restored innocence.
If mortals are but shadows waiting to return
back to light; then why need we fear death?
Let us embrace darkness, while holding onto
faith, deem death as master of cadmium fate.
Photo credits: Vince neil photo
Posted for Meeting the Bar @ dVerse Pub
Posted on the Poetry Pantry @ Poets United