The Death Of A Flame

and then, it was over

my flame, flickered out

my spirit passed over

as the grim reaper shout(ed)

he made no excuses

for the way that it ended

his spirit refused

it was just as he intended

"make way for passage

do not stand in the way

let this body be ravaged

no corruption, no decay

for this journey is over

another life is removed

celebrate the cross-over

as life on earth, is excused"

I felt a breeze through the doorway

like a feather I flew

there was an all saints day parade

singing songs, as trumpets blew

and my ashes rose before me

or the me that I once was

never again to be seen

under flesh and bone laws

and I soared over the masses

who stood mourning my demise

as a soft glowing phantasm

an illusion, before their eyes

and I smiled for the fire

that burned for me all those years

as the air became dryer

and I just disappeared