The Masterpiece Called Death
Death you are Bohemian Art
Mastery of which requires God's own cryptic cipher.
You are, as if the paramount of life
A paragon for the end
Stealing shallow breath's in your wake
To paint in crimson red
A Dark Melancholy in pastels
of Sadness, Grief and Bitter Betrayal.
Persona non grata to the wick
Pariah of Art
Your Dance impales itself
Through joy's own selfish heart
For does not thou bring eternal rest...
...To the road to Glory
God's final perfect masterpiece.