Friday, February 1, 2013

Allies-The Minstrel

Death waits patiently
following close behind
close as the next shuddering breath
as sure as a last goodbye
liquid as the sweat of brow
sweet is the scented vapor
a soul squeezed past the fulcrum
candles flame to taper

how should it be greeted this death
should it be turned into
howling rage under uncaring skies
or open wide with tender arms
the embrace of long lost allies