Death Poem by Janet M. Cason

Death creeps up slowly
wearing a white satin robe,
hiding its face
whispering unknown words,
smiling as he reaches to snatch souls,
gripping the life of its victims,
holding tightly until the last breath is no more.
Souls floating into an extraterrestrial space,
waiting to be received into a celestial place,
an unfamiliar galaxy,
seamless,
timeless upon a star,
is born the life of infinity and new beginnings.
Eternal bliss and heavenly bond
are the souls of Death's
s-i-l-e-n-t victims.

Sept.17,2009
8: 00 p.m.