Treasure Island

Kevin Maroney


Grinning Skull


When death stares one in the face
the thing to do is laugh in disgrace,
as the inevitable scythe swings towards the dome,
swiftly fast to take you home.

You're nothing, bow your head before me,
I am death the reaper almighty.
How dare you think to be equal;
before such grandeur all life's only a prequel.
For see I am past mortal bonds
to the everlasting depths anon.

The grinning skull, a joker that,
nothing, not a man, not a fact,
to tell you you're worthless, and nothing's true,
that the only reality is hallowed blue.

Speak like a spider, respinning the web,
till you put the joker in his own turn of phrase, to bed.
Watch for it, it comes only once,
Before once again you make life the dunce.

Submitted: Friday, July 22, 2011
Edited: Friday, July 22, 2011

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  • Allemagne Roßmann (8/22/2011 3:15:00 PM)

    The grinning skull, a joker that,
    nothing, not a man, not a fact,

    You're nothing, bow your head before me,
    I am death the reaper almighty.

    Loved the combo of those verses.Truly reminds life`s worthlessness.Well depicted poem and well articulated. (Report) Reply

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