La Morte

• Kiera Lovelock, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2021

A murder danced through the dying day,
With blackened wings,
And a lightened heart,
Feathers dipped in bloody light.
Winter’s white coat,
Deathbed of the lost and lonely,
An icy tomb beckoning with kind hands,
A welcoming smile never reaching dull eyes.
A silver sickle the sky adorns,
On its robes of obsidian night,
Where it joins a million fallen tears,
At day's tragic end.