Death

Death
All encompassing arms of true sleep,
Forever lingering,nevermore to weep
Over lost loves, or dreams... ah... peace!
Golden nectar sweet and safe.
In darkness, unafraid. Falling into oblivion.

Take me Angel to your realm,
To live on... shrouded tight,
In velvet folds of never ending night.
Never to hear cries of joy or hate...
Never to be early. Never to be late.
No dissapointments. No elation.
No mortal embarrassments. No justifications.

Only creatures Dark to accompany
A lost soul on an endless journey.
Golden, sweet, ripe and delectable,
The need for solstice is insatiable.

Come Dark Angel release me
Into the peaceful sea
Of Death.

G.D. Short