Virtue of Death

some sort of outlook; the virtue of death.

I welcomed death, as it was in-virtuous. 

It touched me slowly and drew blood from the fingertips on my back; cold nails impaled me.

The neck was cracked,

 death was visible but with no facial perception; a satin hat atop his skull.

He allured my gaze into a blackening depth. 

I stepped into his grasp and he thinned my bone. 

I welcomed death as if it were a common virtue.

 Death showed me the truth in the burden of “God’s” lie. 

He welcomed me into the sanctuary under his cloak. 

I awaited his angst and bathed in his plague.

The virtue of death awaited me. 

He came for me with no expectations, 

only a rose in his pocket and frost on his cap.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A very well written poem. Took the reader to a dark place and thoughts. I like the way you ended the poem. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Moon]

Dark and intriguing . I love it ! Great write !

[Jem Sagcal]

Dark and a bold subject to write. The words used had so much depth and allowed my imagination to flow.

[Shian]

A dark poem that really draws you in with its powerful imagery, and with a powerful take on a complex and often taboo subject.

[khalid]

that is really very dark and frightening.although death is the real fact, we like to run awy from it, you have been to a vergion area...you thought out of the box..
that is really great poem..