Deaths Pale Kiss Poem by Paul Brookes

bright string lights
bling swing wing cyclical
horizon flirting truths
tarot faces undecided
fortunate stroking of serendipity
kings, queens, presidents, tyrants,
all arranged round Death
the ultimate ruler
purveying sack clothed shrouded destinies.

Empires dematerialise
upsurged bubbles pop
Death is the beginning and the end.
the ultimate adjudicator
flight of motion, rictus faced.
and all that is left is decay
defleshed grinning skulls
and the last echoing laughter of the Muse.