The Masterpiece Called Death

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.

The End

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