Death's Midnight Sky

[AbbyCadabra]

You’re falling from Eden
Passing the stars by,
Confined by a coffin,
And knowing what it is to die

The Reaper has your hand;
Skin like backwards velvet,
Words that pull like quicksand,
And a smile made of rot and soot

He’ll lead you to a land
Where light is forfeit,
And asphodels grow in black sand
By an ocean made of granite

Everyone crosses the Reaper’s wasteland
When life has reached its limit;
And every soul makes its stand
To see paradise and keep it

You’re soaring to heaven
On a star that does not fly,
And using the moon to brighten
Death’s midnight sky

[Dandylion]

This is full of wonderfully dark images..I loved it and that last stanza was beautiful! I also love your name on here...very cool:)~Dandy

[Donut]

Great use of imagery here. Not bothering with all the details adds to the eerie feel of the poem. I too like your name.

[Presence]

Wonderfully written poem. I like the use of detailed imagery. Presence

[Territorial Hawk]

You’re soaring to heaven
On a star that does not fly,
And using the moon to brighten
Death’s midnight sky


Wow.