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The funeral marches to graves The descending of curtains An end to come The march to finality A marching to dust Tarrying to the night The quiet hollow The aura of sadness The exist of a mortal Death, A coming at will. Death, The king of one’s soul. Death, The Lord of the night. Death, A silence to life. Death, The lion of the forest. Death, The ruler of the mountains. Death, A piercing of hearts. Death, It’s tattoo forever a mark. Death, A ticking of the clocks. Death, A bringer of eternal peace. The sweet relieve it bringeth The residing of mortals Death, A bringer of grief. Death, A planting of sadness. Death, An anthem of black flames. Death, A war veteran’s dirge. Death, A thief of the night. Death, A certainty for all. Death, The burn out match stick in one’s ashtray. Death, The whither of bones. Death, A tragedy to life. Death, An endless sleep to one’s soul. Death cometh A sweet relief One’s death The glowing of darkness Death, A mortal’s final rest. Death, The ugliness to a beauty. Death, The letting out of a final sigh. Death, The calling from one’s ancestors. Death, A passing through the night. Death, The end to one’s pleasurable life. Death, I float this Carol, To you I sing. Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson
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Jul 2, 2020
Jul 2, 2020 at 5:48 AM UTC
An Ode To Death
The funeral marches to graves The descending of curtains An end to come The march to finality A marching to dust Tarrying to the night The quiet hollow The aura of sadness The exist of a mortal Death, A coming at will. Death, The king of one’s soul. Death, The Lord of the night. Death, A silence to life. Death, The lion of the forest. Death, The ruler of the mountains. Death, A piercing of hearts. Death, It’s tattoo forever a mark. Death, A ticking of the clocks. Death, A bringer of eternal peace. The sweet relieve it bringeth The residing of mortals Death, A bringer of grief. Death, A planting of sadness. Death, An anthem of black flames. Death, A war veteran’s dirge. Death, A thief of the night. Death, A certainty for all. Death, The burn out match stick in one’s ashtray. Death, The whither of bones. Death, A tragedy to life. Death, An endless sleep to one’s soul. Death cometh A sweet relief One’s death The glowing of darkness Death, A mortal’s final rest. Death, The ugliness to a beauty. Death, The letting out of a final sigh. Death, The calling from one’s ancestors. Death, A passing through the night. Death, The end to one’s pleasurable life. Death, I float this Carol, To you I sing. Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson
This is a eulogy to death as it shows how mighty death can be with it's different sides.
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Tosyano
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Tosyano
34/Nigeria
Jul 2, 2020
Jul 2, 2020 at 5:48 AM UTC
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