Death With Wings Is But A Butterfly Fluttering Poem by Terence George Craddock

the butterfly of death is fluttering near
the butterfly flutters closer I have no fear
a beautiful fragile winged messenger
is my questioner registrar executioner
bringing the growing realization nearer
my heart is fluttering most preculiar
irregular beats flutter intermittent weaker
rising tension no I am rendered meaker

chill imminent death is fluttering near
alas yet strangely now I have no fear
this moment in curiosity I easily bear
pathos evokes no tragedy last despair
my deeds are done my loved ones near
in peace a light I smile see I want to cheer


Copyright © Terence George Craddock