The Final Sleep

When the final sunset happens
when the moon no longer shines
when the castle moats are empty
all the anger will decline

When the lunar sin
is counted
and death is in defeat
all our dragons will be slain
and laying at our feet

No harm will be our incentive
into the dark we creep
crying demons
rising from the deep
cats mewling
no more belonging
to the rose or tulip
they lay upon the heap
dead dreams....

We forever more shall sleep...

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the castle moats will be empty because there will be nothing more to protect.
as in the castle of rights...attacked from all sides...a conservative estimate.
dead dreams...life seems to be heading back to the medieval days lately...
decisions that have the cats mewling.
j.

[Ruth Martz]

Thank you reading my poem and the kind comments!

[Chris Shaw]

Quite dark thoughts here, but then death is a part of our daily living. I like the way you have woven the natural environment into your lines Ruth and I enjoyed your poetic expression here. Nicely done.

Chris

[Robert Haigh]

Death must come to all of us, eventually. It is up to us to make the most of each new day. Some good imagery here in this poem!

[Stuart Munro]

Excellent , the rise the tulip they upon the heap