I met death
greeted her sombre frame
recalled the mr-whats-his-name
who had eloped with her
the week before.
I met death
on a day so rainy
it seemed the heavens were already mourning
my would be journey
She is far from scary
dove loveliness she has not
but everlasting rest and peace
she walks with.
But rest wasn't for me......yet
and there were wars multiple and unknown
for me to fight.
So I said goodbye after a short embrace
and started to swoon
as she whispered see you soon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem