BOLD DEATH

"BOLD DEATH"
Margaret Ann Waddicor 22nd January 2011.
Joe and Dennis Go made me think about death too.

Bold death,
you stride through consciousness,
to take our spirits with you,
to a place where peacefulness
and silence reigns supreme;

we dream of you as desperate
and sad,
as heavy handed, brash,
as silky as a ghost at dawn,
when moisture leaves the land
and grasses stand up tall
all decked with dazzling dew;

there are you lurking
in the shadowed wood,
the horses charging time,
like clockwork figures,
never still;

the cogs of passing years
and all our fears are true,
we shall be there to die,
one day,
but not today;

we think it due,
when time has made its span,
a span that's long and grand,
and when this life is shortened
by a blow
of fate,

its cause too late to turn,
they churn our thoughts
and scream their messages of pain
and anguish
dire,

as we prepare the fire
to make the pyre
that takes our souls on high,
and down below.