Death Below by April Broeckx

My lids grow heavy with sleep

My breathing slowly becomes deep

I lay my head against the pillow

I begin to dream I am at the willow

The sky grows dark

I glance up and see a lark

It sang a slow and gripping tune

Then flew away towards the moon

Away, away, away it went

As though it had been sent

A childs laughter from below

Quickly turned into a dead-mans bellow

Colours swirled all around

Then finally I touched the ground

I opened my eyes at mornings light

And watched the larks take flight

 

-April Broeckx

Author's Note

Tell me what you think. ;)