Laughing Death

Just a little reflection

Voices whisper in my head, they call my name

Lust breeds in my bed, I'm not sane

A jester's hat atop a skull, laughing, dead

The crow cries "never!" and the clock stops

The sands of time cease, the glass figure drops

A boat's occupants, careen, mocking dead

Vanity breaks my mirror, disfigures my face

Rue is buried beneath the boards, in this place

A handful of zombies, dancing, grinning dead

The demon bows, and it's humility is complete

The angel of death stands, the earth beneath his feet

What perspective did millions of years hold?

Something ancient, poignant, breaking the mold

A few moments, blue butterfly, you will be alive 

Reviews

[Kenneth The Poet]

I like your stuff. Quite imaginative, quite thought-provoking, quite existential in fact.

Basically, this piece asks, what makes the human soul?

[Chidoriflower]

Why, thank you! :D

[StayAnchored]

I am not exactly sure where you are going with this poem but I enjoyed it and its eerie qualities! :)

[Chidoriflower]

It's just random stuff put together. Thank you for your review, I appreciate it! :)

[StayAnchored]

Your welcome!