And should death
Finally
Come for me
Let it be
The most eloquent,
Elegant
Of elegies
Setting free,
Setting forth,
Set in motion amidst
The last will
Of what some form of me
Still exists
As a sentiment
For
Testaments
To my penmanship
Pensively pondering
Beyond
Impermanence
Striving to find
Something out of the nothingness
Solace in solitude’s
Soothsayer
Essences
Always what I
Stayed alive for
To thrive
To revive me
Like early
Grave sights
Of the light