March Of Death

• Pauline Deng, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2009

A goodbye to those that stands faithful , as silence descends upon all.
As the last breath fades and light surrenders to darkness.
The Thud Thud of dirt covering wood drowns the melancholy choir
Echoing the final heart beats, a thousand threads severed,
Disconnected now, always, forever,
From the life that has ticked by and the distant fading memories,
Free from thoughts feelings and flesh, the relief from pain and suffering
The end has acknowledged itself
The winding path ahead stands clear
Let fate steer the way, the first step awaits
On the path which is the start of the end.
Parading after death,
Like a wind with no flesh,
Ready to march till dawn breaks
Til it’s time to rise unto heaven
And so begins the afterlife.