This poem is presented in its rough draft form for the PAD 2022 challenge and will be revised.
PAD Prompt: Scary
Poetic Form: Dansa
“Death has a Favorite Spot”
We all fill a grave.
Darkness under our nails.
Our eyes fading to a pale
marble. Time a cold wave.
We all fill a grave.
Death pauses for a moment.
He knows there is no opponent
that will find me to save.
We all fill a grave.
I watch my world fade out,
to reappear on a seaside lookout.
Death next to me. I stand brave.
We all fill a grave.
Why are we here? I look up.
Death chuckles, I like the buildup
of taking a soul, the shockwave.
We all fill a grave.
My chest cracks, pain is set
in my heart. My eyes fill with regret.
All as Death’s hands wave.
We all fill a grave.
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