Fleeting Thoughts

For "Death becomes us" contest

Darkness veiling wide eyes, color fading in the mist.

Oh! Was thine life full of cheer or despair?

Tis not for you to declare.

Eyes turning to stone, to join in heavenly or hellish splendor.

Reviews

[Rachel Elisabeth]

I quite like this! I love the concept of cheer or despair and the unanswered questions that remain. Were you happy? Were you burdened in life? It's a very poignant thought.