~* 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