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Curtain Fall
Form: Sicilian Quintain
Words scribed in blood on sacred page
By Death’s own hand they are so composed
While the ravens wait in the storms that rage
Yet they wait for that time undisclosed
As life plays out on Fate’s stage
But time will pass along to Death’s curse
The minutes and hours the turning pages of his book
And all memories become poetic verse
For life must come to rest and take a look
At what has been done for better or worse
From this Death’s shadow the senses numb
In the darkness facing the reality of truth
The mourning tears flow melancholic and glum
Too late to hand over the promised eye-tooth
For Death has seen totality in a life’s sum
The moments long gone of when we could
The silver key has turned in the lock of black
Has life been lived the way it should
Now Death has come to hand out payback
It’s too late to say if I’d known I would
©JezzieG2024