You write about love.
You write about flowers and dove.
You write about life.
You write about the beautiful bride.
Ever have you written on death so divine?
Or have you always thought her predestine?
She is a curse ; thought you.
She is an ugly demon ; screamed you.
Begged you ; to keep her away.
Worshipped almighty ; but she did not sway.
She rides a white silvery horse so beautiful.
Surrounds her the air chilly and cool.
She has wore a thousand jewel stuck crown.
Seeing you she does nothing but frown.
Mesmerised you walk to her briskly.
She grabs your soul slowly.
Tears it off from your earthly body.
Her face so enlightened and holy.
She wears a golden gown.
Throws your body harshly down.
Orders your soul to sit at her back.
You wonder why your conscience earlier lack.
She kicks her horse for a heavenly ride.
You hold her tight with your eyes open so wide.
Death is so beautiful you didn't know.
Thought you ; it was just a countdown show.
The horse brings you to heaven.
The path it knows from age eleven.
Welcomed were you with aroma of roses.
Giggling of the deceased and chirping of the closest.
Didn't know you ; being dead was so divine.
Living was difficult ; called dead is so fine.
Beautiful is the lady ; so is her empire.
visits she but with a horror in shrine.
nice..i liked it.. :)
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thanxie kd!
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