POEMS

Why is DEATH always imagined as a headless man wearing a black cloak? What if he has wings which has all the shades of every possible color you can imagine? What if he has a childlike face whose smile has an odd sense of comfort? What if DEATH comes as a LOVER IN THE END ?     THE EMBRACE BEYOND SHADOWS In realms where shadows softly creep, Where silence guards eternal sleep, DEATH is seen in cloaked disguise, A headless figure Dark and Wise. But what if wings of rainbow span, From such a spectral, eerie man? Each feather holds a shade profound, All colors of the world unbound. Beneath the hood, a face so small A child's smile that comforts all, A gentle grin, Both Sweet and Strange, A tender love that doesn't change. And in the end, as life decays, DEATH comes softly, in loving ways, A tender touch, A final breath, Embraced by love, we meet our, DEATH. For in his arms, we find, OUR PEACE, A lover's kiss, A sweet release, With wings of color,  Face so kind, DEATH  is a FR