Shadows of darkness fall over thee,
and a shroud of pristine white covers you.
Death is forming soul, and his raptures be.
I can no longer comfort you,
in this hour of your need.
Death has taken you too far from me.
A stone husk is all that’s left.
No warmth there within your breast,
no heart beating to keep you warm.
Nothing but a cold piece of flesh.
Stiff you become, as the hours grow long.
Your gone forever from this mortal life be,
no longer to touch or smell the fresh air,
‘cause death is your partner now, not me.
Wow David such a saddened piece on death but yet the words give it such life....... well done again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Death is not the end, Just a parting for a heartbeat and then we are with the ones we love again... so i Believe my friend... beautiful write on a dark subjet David.. Done in so well as always...10