29 September 2014

what will death look like

Death comes in many forms
to some he's a buzzing black cloud, a swarm
to others he's the grim, a big black dog
not forgetting those that thinks he's a frog
some say he rides the clouds of thunder storms

like magic there are tricks he can perform
he's in the now and constantly informed
starting his journey as a morning fog
Death comes in many forms

gathered up in the darkness he transforms
mingling with commoners, bodies warm
next on his list, this guy, eats like a hog
ripped out his soul, body left like a log
some souls except while some never conform
Death comes in many forms

Rondeau Poem
Copyright © 2014 by Patrick B Vince

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