Death sleeps soundly upon her ivory pillow coal eyes stare up at the void of starless sky.
I see a poem from Dark Muse with a title that reminds me of Agatha Christie--Sleeping Murder(??)). I read and blink. The ivory pillow intrigues the imagaination and the starless void moreso. Simple verse but evocative of eternity for some reason.
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