Death Be Not Proud

And do not swing your tail yet

Photo by Marc Schaefer on Unsplash

High up the hills they gathered
Waiting to take the next
What method agreeable
For the next to join the dark
This they disagree and agree
For a concession
The next lying in wait
To go up cloud
And join the dark

Memories of torments and happiness
Rush like a wind.
Manifesting the good old days
And the bad old times.
Grief and sadness
Comes to play
At the heart and mind
Of the next
Lying in wait
To go up cloud
And join the dark

The curtains are set to close
But they are yet
To disagree and agree
On what method agreeable
For the next
To join the dark
Perhaps!
Today wasn’t the day
For the next lying in wait
To go up cloud
And join the dark.