Adaptation VS Death
The fury of the rising tide
Sounds that make us shiver and writhe
All that gone has been forgotten
Buildings crumble, wood turns rotten.
Barely a sound as darkness falls
Azrael! Azrael! The night wind calls.
Wisp of wind on cloudless night
She is here, bathed in moonlight.
Finger to her pale lips is pressed
Of all Death's offspring she is best/blessed.
Softly then, she breathed your name
Hearing, heeding [color=red]the call you came.
Hearing the call[/color[color=blue]], thoughtlessly you came.
All that once was bright and good
Lingered only long as it could.
Dark, desolate and bleak,
Places as this turn brave to meek/weak.
And lo! Do you hear how the wind howls?
So sure are you it is not Death's hounds that growl?
She whispers, soft voice salacious.
Your smile falls as you cease to be vivacious.
Your smile falls - you are no longer vivacious.
Awful and dreary as life was to you
Black as night, your mourners, but who?
Slipping slowly from one life to the next
The snail's pace has Death's daughter vexed.
Impatiently she waits and sighs,
Even as the luster fades out of your eyes.
Bold and bubbling, life brook, life's stream,
Death takes hold- it slows- it runs sanguine.
The world you know fades to dust
Don't want to die? Change we must.
red is stuff i think i might want to omit
blue is stuff that i cant decide which one i like better.
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