Angel Of Death (Requiem)

[Brit Boi Gee]

She walked through the park in a cold month,
after death had taken a breath of life,
leaving a void as if it were destoyed,
or holowed out to renew a birthright.
A flicker from the grey sky ousted light,
On a prayer to his lifeless body above ground,
just as there were two complex partings,
one being the life and the other clouds.
On the friday morning as they were mourning,
in a day dawned on chilling february,
the silence fell like the finest rain,
dampening the mood of an entire cemetary.
The tree's were bare and the suits were black,
the lilly's made his name in the falling rain,
and there were two sons coming undone,
bent over like cold sober statues of pain.
She tip toed there around the gathering,
in a silken robe marked by the city of God,
she pushed her way through the crowd,
as they lowered him down she held him up.
Leading the dead man out of his grave,
taking him past where the coffin closes,
he walked with a relieved tear in his eye
as she kissed him and laid his soul with the roses.

[Luther]

I always enjoy your poetry. From the title I expected something dark, and in some ways it was, but I think it had a very positive twist. I liked that. Thank You.

[UFO the Phoenix]

wow....you always bring something fresh and different to the table....truly amazing piece right here....interesting story....reminded me of the last funeral I attended....but from a different perspective....I love how you flow this though your zig zag inner rhymes were breath taking I dont know how to describe this style it was on point....very unexpected....very poetic....and I love the twist in the story....so short and yet told so much detail almost like a short 5 minute video all in this one little poem....I dunno how you did it....describing the cementry...the raining day....the people...and even the dead?....you made the unseen (angels and emotions)....visble in this piece....mad props yo I really enjoyed this one.....rep level up!! for this.....stay up

PEACE AND GODBLESS

[Xero Satsujin]

Well I read it about 3 times now, because I can imagine the scene playing out and for some reason it reminded me of American Werewolf in Paris. You know how we was seeing the dead? Anyhow, it wasn't much of a requiem, but it was a very vivid picture. Perhaps if it were meant to be recited or sang then I would consider it to be a requiem but I couldn't see it that way. Regardless, I still loved it, and this is what makes it worth coming back to the realm...the sense of originality and the aura of poetry...

[Mind~$oul]

This was a very dark piece man. Nothing like any of your other pieces. Just seems like you keep reaching new levels with each poem you bring to the realm.

"On the friday morning as they were mourning,
in a day dawned on chilling february,
the silence fell like the finest rain,
dampening the mood of an entire cemetary."

Imagery in those lines were so perfect. Described everything flawlessly. love reading your poetry.

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