Death

The Parting Days

Invoke a solemn stillness

My wondering thoughts

Are molested by a cunning darkness

The pealing funeral hymns

Swell notes of death

Swallow twittering mock the crows 

As I implore a last fleeting breath

Sneered by sin

And scorned by time as he wheels a droning flight

Demons snicker, ambitions placed in fretted volts

Hidden from scattering fragments of light

Consciousness fades like fallen shadows

Life is now at distant folds

My body as cold as a winter's stare

Death presence surely unfolds