Faint silhouettes beckon you closer
silently whispering your name

Your unwavering feet bring you further
engulfing you in ominous shadows

The air dense with movement
yet all else seems utterly still

Malicious laughter slithers around you
questioning your deadly steps

You turn to run
yet find no escape

You try to yell
yet find no voice

You go to live
yet find no life

imagined moment vivid
split second prior scythe’s felling contact—
panic, fear gripped soul, constriction
shadowing hand clutched chest
the final occurrence
my last breath

a life’s span of years
the reaper’s patient approach
confident encroach, task assigned
above reproach, his grim stagecoach
my taxi toward mystery forward

the grind of wood spoke wheels amidst
drop of steady hoof against
an astral road cobble stone
the anthem of death performed
by angel orchestra the
conductor my heart ceasing beat

what memory does surface
allowing in moment to bask as
my life to fade?

sons, opportunity misspent
a wife, her caring consideration unmet
parents, who lack receipt of admiration
the instance impossible to own preparation

to say that which ought be said
a careful avoidance of things that not
rather plead for one last word
a beggar to show heart’s comprise
adoration without question at
time of demise

love, more than a hug
but time spent
love for them—taught shown felt
love and its spread
upon which would serve
death’s beautiful bed

to take the hand of His angel
rather the reaper to dread
a confident smile knowing
in arms their embrace
will be felt once again

on a gust of cold you turn a shoulder
a mist of breezes comes upon your fairest eyes,
my word becomes a burden upon,
thy order all arranged, your grown taller,
if I no longer measure up, nor
eternal summer no longer is,
my red is crimson,
in beautiful golden dusks of orbs
once set for me. A fire dims glows but
dies knowing; I will stand and breathe
remember what I had, I promise,
to never brag nor dread for
I have memories..