Death smiled on the edge of the candle stick
Whispering as the smoke rose
She would talk until the wax melted
She would listen as the smoke rose
Her lips were red,
Parched and rough
Her eyes glimmered
In anticipation
Her voice like velvet
Her hair like fire
Hey nails like steel
Her voice like satin
She whispered until dawns end
Her voice spoke words of contempt
The smoke still rose,
The candle still enclosed
Between the words spoken by death itself
She called out to come join her
She stretched her hand forward
Her veins ran deep held by the devils cigar
Yes, the heavenly asylum is not far.
Reaching for her hand
The candle flame
Drew its last breathe
No more smoke,
No more fire
Only she and the rest
At the touch of her hand
Vision evoked
And senses revoked
She led to a stairway
Of platinum silver and gold
Which stopped at a gate
The gate creaked open
The sight could not be seen
She led through the gate
Confident as one can be
She said welcome to your new land
It’s much better than the one you left behind
It’s cleaner, purer and deep
Oh and it doesn’t make you weep
Death played with us
As it does in real life
Only that this time there was no wanting
No expecting
No lies
She called us in for dinner
And she prepared a fest
She served us portions
She became undressed
The ecstasy was long
And joy was undrenched
It was like a child
Drawing his first breathe
After the ritual,
All of us seated
She smiled and whispered
And so she talked all throughout time
The only gaps were for play, joy
and other things left behind
Every day she’d make us go farther
Every day she would caress us
Everyday a feast
Every hour ecstasy
Ever pain a melody.
We walked and walked
Until there was no space left
The sight confronting
Was a sight that had no attempt
The land of the gods was not far at hand
The palace walls were not far to stand
The dream is to where we walked
The palace is where we flocked
She came to visit from time to time,
Each visit was a separation from mankind
The candle burnt
The candle will melt,
The smoke will rise,
The smoke will rest
The words will be spoken
The time will be drawn
Just as we
Lay still and sound.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem, the afterlife imagination is great, capable of lessening the fear of death from peaples minds.... Thanks for sharing such a poem.