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.

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Author guidance for This poem

It was inspired by the Quote "The End is the gray beginning of Heaven. ~ Unknown" So in this poem I tried to look at Death from an artist responding to the work of another artist speaking directly to the work as if it were aliving breathing thing. Ironic really considering what death actually is.

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The second poem was written quite some time ago, back in grade seven. It isn't about talking drugs or anything. It is looking at what an obsession is to the person who has one, the persona is an obsessed person speaking to someone else, who has critized them.

updated May 1 '10 by Tsukiyo