~* Funeral *~
Bells toll atop the dark shaded tower
signaling the beginning of end party's arrival
watching from so high above the angels gaze below
as flowers, both young and old are clad in black
swaying within the breeze to the tune of a requiem
the deceased do not feel, and yet are still near
attending the black dance as translucent wallflowers would
they contradict gravity, drifting within a petal littered breeze
and as the sun begins to set
the deceased can postpone the angel's call no more
and slowly begin to drift
into the black waters of the cold angel's arms
and all falls away
on the day of a black funeral
