Spirited Away
Yes, of course life goes on
for those whom Death
has not crooked his bony
finger toward. But for the
chosen one everything ends,
concludes, finalizes, freezes
and is no more. With
nothing but a great black
silent abyss of emptiness
death has entered the final
stage of life, pulled the
curtains and dimmed the
lights, then bowing, takes
its dreaded exit, not the
least bit burdened with the
life taken, spirited away.
Friday, October 16, 2015
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Poetry
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