In Praise of Death

Death is the philosopher's answer.
The sick man's merciful gateway.
Death lies beyond eternity's doorway.
In it the portly man can run without losing breath,
And the old soldier can march.

Death is a midnight grin
on the rushing regularity of a burning day.
Death helps us to recognize that-
An intricate soul lives in spite of a corrupt flesh,
This was the moment we called life.

Death is a new start to those who have lost much.
Keeping it's strange magic until the very end.
Death respects those who fight against it,
and welcomes the man who finally embraces it.
Only to discover the supremacy has been overpowered.



Copyright 21/12/2005 Dark Dreams

good poem. I think i won't look at death quite the same way.

Mystical Magic,

That is one of the best things you could say.
In an ideal world it's a release from pain and suffering.
Does the writing style work for you?

Dark Dreams

It's ok i guess, but i'm not really up to date with writing styles anymore. 12 years ago was the last time i did anything in regards to poems, so all styles sound the same to me.

Im just gonna say that i am shocking at understanding poems and writing them.
But good job dreams, cheers for the contribution.

Thanks mate,

You have other hidden talents-directing film, drawing,humour,
leadership and slick cam editing.This is why we are a team.

Dark Dreams.