Death, of the Endless

Through the murky light, you see a figure.
Tall- just a shadow-dressed in all black
Glinting in the street light you see metal.
The symbol around her neck.
She's death,
many fear her,
many doubt her gifts.
She comes, anytime, anywhere.
Believe that things has a reason,
that your life had a purpose.
that murky rain of fortnight,
dosed by the misfortune of our yesterdays,
our mistakes of tomorrow
Forgotten,
hope lost in the transition.
Bewildered reverent
of ever after, the lost cause,
the golden dream of days began.
the rotten decay of deformity.
She comes, she walks, she lives.
She believes in thought
misunderstood dreams,
the forgotten disbelief.
Longing to belong
in a society of true forms,
to understand the purpose
of why this is that.
She comes, as the winds howl,
the world stops
to remember each day
She comes.

june 21/08