Death 2 Poem by welkin siskin

These dreams of palms,
these merriments of heart,
these delights of eyes
You shall pluck forever.
My ultimate colleague,
death, thou
shall engulf me at some
point in time.
Thou art sweet foe
this heart does not pray to,
does not sing hymns of,
Not knowing if thy heart is but of mental,
Not knowing if thou art a friend
Of godliness or vileness,
Not knowing if thou shall take me to delight ever after.
@ welkin siskin