Velvet Sky

Frantic movements rose in anguish as
pulsations bled in obscure force.
The constancy of the death tone
rang like a tempest swell,
in the heart of a rancid doom.

Whispers, hidden within the
cries of despair, prayed to a
concrete deity mounted on the wall.

'Oh Father, hear our prayers!'

She screamed in defiance;
her voice, transparent in
the midst of living testaments.

'I am here! I am here!'

She laid in perfect stillness.
Her expression, embroidered
like a graying sorrow,
sighed heavily upon a once
stout face of rosy flesh.

'But I'm here...I'm here,' she whimpered,
as her body was covered
under a starched white sheet.

'Ye, though I walk through the
valley of the shadow of death...'
were the last words she heard,
as her world bled into the oblivion.

And the velvet sky turned to stone.