Death

Personification on Death

Death creeps along

In a graveyard

That no one dares to enter.

She waves in and out

In front and behind

Broken crosses

And cracked headstones.

Coming out

Every night,

Is Death’s specialty.

Coming out, though,

All the time,

Everywhere

Is a main hobby

Of hers.

 

She lives for the rarest moments

When the moon is low,

The sky is a musky green

And some black storm clouds

Come rolling by

Blocking the moon

And it’s light.

 

Her long,

Charcoal grey,

Floor-touching

Cloak

Has the hood

That is always on,

Always covering her face,

Always hiding out,

Never to be seen.

 

She doesn’t say a word,

Doesn’t make a sound

As she goes around

With the swipe of her hand

Taking people’s lives.

The day where

Misery,

Depression,

Sorrow and

Fear

Once roamed the deserted graveyard,

Running translucent fingertips

Along the edge

Of each familiar headstone

Has long passed.

Death, now,

Walks along.

Author's Note

Personification i had to write for YWC :D

Reviews

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