Death - Poem by Alex Dench
A relieving immortality which leaves a mark,
Not just on stone,
But in other people's hearts and minds,
We all weep and scream in the lonesome dark,
The body lies in the coffin next to the deceased in straight lines.
The mask of mortality is removed,
He's defeated his last enemy, death.
Now he is free,
Let his soul live on in happiness and in joy,
As we remember the man who fell.
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