On Death

It came one night and told me
From beneath a cowl of utter night
Starless and stark its smile spread
And chilled me like the thought of death

Nihility it muttered and
Nothingness it said
While saying nothing

As the one hand
That clapped

Echoing in my skull

Lonely and alone
Hungry to atone
To that which lies beyond my sight
Upon an empty throne

Deliver me I cried to night
Save me from the flood
Of emptiness and nothingness
That lies to flower’s bud

For to bloom like seasons lost
And come again too soon
Only to become the corpse
Of day that passed to noon

I wither
and die
and pray

that Limbo is
but an acrobatic dance

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