Inhale
thoughst last breath
Forsooth
I am death
Coming
too collect toll
The
reaper shall be paid
Nay
we barter
Yet,
shall succumb
Dying,
and short-lived-
Forth,
days be numbered
Karma,
cried its last tear
Hands
be swift & fast; merciful
Belligerent,
of good and evil
May
nature take its course
Rest
upon our sanctums
In
our garden
We
flee thwart meadows
Crossing
hence daylight
Shall
soon disappear
Returning,
whence thy shadow cometh
Darken
thee sky
The
stars give hope & light
Shelter,
thwart thine beacon
A
safe passage.
Crissy Sutton 2012
