Death comes a child
suckled on the breast.
A nightowl's call...
a weighted chest.
Death comes a jester.
How he cavorts!
Kings and Queens will
share his court.
They jeer his antics!
They do... for now.
But in the end
*THEY ALL SHALL BOW.*
SøułSurvivør
(C) 5/28/2017
May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 3:32 AM UTC
Death comes a child
suckled on the breast.
A nightowl's call...
a weighted chest.
Death comes a jester.
How he cavorts!
Kings and Queens will
share his court.
They jeer his antics!
They do... for now.
But in the end
*THEY ALL SHALL BOW.*
SøułSurvivør
(C) 5/28/2017
This piece was inspired by
Woody and his poem
The slow boogie
