Sweetest Agony

love and dying

The curtain that is the night sky

engulfs me like the dying shape

I am, and as I fall toward

The sun, it greets me as a wraith

 

As heav'nly hands take hold my soul

Shall all love's hope now rot?

Perhaps if you would mourn, my soul

Would fill with what I've saught

 

Mortality prove steady, now

The sweetest agony

In death fulfillment might be felt

It your sweet tears are shed for me

 

So in my final breath I'll leave

these parting words, take heed-

"Goodbye, dear heart," declare'th my lips

And I will take my leave

Reviews

[Floornine]

You exicuted this very nicely. It could have been cliche, but you pulled it away from that by giving it a nice flow and an eerie, almost haunting voice. Nicely done. Thanks for sharing.