A study of Death
Come and see! Come and see!
She dances on the grave of dignity
Hear the tunes of music playing
Dead feet moving, body swaying
Behind her see the starry night
Hear the screams of pain and fright
Of the burning piety false
From within the canting walls
Peasant and knight, both in the game
King and queen, for them the same
Dancing on the board of chess
Who's playing the time, can you guess?
Grim riders four appear in the sky
Can you hear their silent cry?
One is white, one is red
One is black and one is dead!
Stirring the cauldron; witches three
Making the poison of destiny
Death the only determined is
Thus, what is the meaning of this?
It's forever and everywhere, you see
It comes to you, it comes to me
No matter where you flee or hide
Beside you Death will always ride.
More of the same
Interesting. I like the
Thank you for your sound
In fact I made this poem because we were doing copper plate graphics at school and I wanted to make what I connect this technique to; my memories of the medieval images of the Black Plague and Death with his scythe. It became a series of 5 images connected to this poem. I might publish them here later.