Death Poem by Kwai Chee Low
Death
The noose tight around his neck
All his nightmares and fear
Barely kept in check
As spectators of death draw near
A last look
A setting sun
Golden reflection in the brook
Images, times of fun
Childhood joys
Climbing trees and catching fireflies
Myriad of toys
Now nothing's left but final goodbyes
The moment has come
A quick breath
Hangman's face dark and glum
Blackness of death
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