MorningForger
10-30-2014, 12:21 AM
Pale, I bathed in the moonlight of death,
Beneath the tombs of the lonely stars.
Vacant it slipped from me, my last breath
That gleamed in a cold light from afar.
With the petals that glide so softly
Through the brittle air, thinned with the pain
Of memories long forgotten and lost,
A shell of life almost gone, remains.
Something warm and smooth and soft graces
A hand, painted cold with lonely hues.
Now a brighter brush only traces
A path that closed lips could not refuse.
Of my death, only now can I tell,
For with her kiss, this sweet life befell.
Beneath the tombs of the lonely stars.
Vacant it slipped from me, my last breath
That gleamed in a cold light from afar.
With the petals that glide so softly
Through the brittle air, thinned with the pain
Of memories long forgotten and lost,
A shell of life almost gone, remains.
Something warm and smooth and soft graces
A hand, painted cold with lonely hues.
Now a brighter brush only traces
A path that closed lips could not refuse.
Of my death, only now can I tell,
For with her kiss, this sweet life befell.