The roses bow at your entrance
you take there breath away
and leave them withered with awe
Who dances with you under the moon ?
Can your kiss be felt on those who ask for your hand or maybe a dance ?
Who have you loved and desired to try to bring back ?
Who knows your heart when your beauty is bone ?
Do you fear they will judge ?
Is that why you wear the robe ?
you know all has an end
can all be reborn ?
what secrets do you kill for
with the scythe that you hold
does it feel to be alone
with no place as home
no footprints to show
the next place you'll go
the lives that you stole
the young and the old
does it pain you to know
how families have sworn
to see them again
what truth do you know ?
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"Death has no freedom"
simply because it's always on its job without a break and without a moment to stop and smell the flowers
©lost-ink
L