(This poem is written in villanelle format; aside from that the primary element used if personification. The title is a work in progress; suggestions welcome)
Death is beautiful when it has wings
all dressed in butterfly attire
that matches the colors brought by autumn winds
Crimson-orange, veins of sable, and spots that whisper
of bronze adorn death's paper-delicate wings that tire.
Poised on a golden speckled autumn leaf, death is beautiful when it has wings.
Flutter stop, flutter stop, like a child's wind-up toy, butterfly life unwinds.
Open, close o-pen...