Shadows of darkness fall over thee, <br />and a shroud of pristine white covers you. <br />Death is forming soul, and his raptures be. <br />I can no longer comfort you, <br />in this hour of your need. <br />Death has taken you too far from me. <br />A stone husk is all that’s left. <br />No warmth there within your breast, <br />no heart beating to keep you warm. <br />Nothing but a cold piece of flesh. <br />Stiff you become, as the hours grow long. <br />Your gone forever from this mortal life be, <br />no longer to touch or smell the fresh air, <br />‘cause death is your partner now, not me.<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/shadows-of-darkness-2/
