Her life was full of adventure
Cascading around as if she were on ice-skates
Sliding around life's edge
Daring temptations
And
Yet she lays here
Upon this empty casket
Unburdened
Unresolved
Unbounded by fates gentle, but cruel ties
I can almost hear her last gasp of breath
Her eye lids obstructed shut
And
Our heads dip down
As the Song of Nephilim plays
The Grim Reaper wields his scythe of death once more
Ending her final days
And
Sending her across the River Styx
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 11:58 PM UTC
Her life was full of adventure
Cascading around as if she were on ice-skates
Sliding around life's edge
Daring temptations
And
Yet she lays here
Upon this empty casket
Unburdened
Unresolved
Unbounded by fates gentle, but cruel ties
I can almost hear her last gasp of breath
Her eye lids obstructed shut
And
Our heads dip down
As the Song of Nephilim plays
The Grim Reaper wields his scythe of death once more
Ending her final days
And
Sending her across the River Styx
© Keith Lake 4/27/15
