DEATH OF DIVINE

              DEATH.     AN      ENDING.   ;    CRUEL   YET   BEAUTIFULLY   MERCIFUL  ;      ,      one in which drove self true ‘pon the mourning of the living with dis-tasting satisfaction.  death   ;    a  cruel heartless fixture among mortals.   for it is a fear those unbound to immortality.    -----    (  CADAVER KNEW WELL  )   —   waning moon.   a comfort of deathless one   ;  for darkness seeps within curvature of landscape   ;  seething along lakefront   ----  a melancholic tonality to it all as moonlight strikes visage of corpse   /  azure illuminated as rippling lake breathed visage of looming figure.  death is a haunting beauty among the living it seems  .     he  is  not  kind.  he is not cruel.  yet  he  is  true..        ichor of crimson hues remain gazing ‘pon pathing of his  ,   patrol having paused as figure knelt betwixt the foliage of ancient trees  &’ birthing rose.  gentle he be brushing blooming bud’s with a calming - loving tonality for movement/   ( o’weeping cadaver   ---   do you yearn for the touch of warmth once more upon frigid fingertips -- ? ?  )     -----     he rises for a moment after ‘pon the breaking of gravel   /   gaze turns however narrow with emergence of lone crown.  ( O’CROWN WANDERING SO.  WHY MUST YOU DISRESPECT THE DEAD WITH SUCH THROE ) .  vexing it be in utmost truth     ------     arrogant  /  disrespecting   /   twit of  EXALT   he be,  opting to reject the finality of death  &’  it’s beauty.   yet  undead king cannot come to hate him so.  for he is life   ---    a truth that undead can no longer grasp.  &’  yet hero pauses   ------    settling to face ways from corpse  (  REJECTING THE DEAD ONCE MORE  )   azure of living’s gaze never wavering of lake’s rippling waters.  f   ,     O’  HOW  CRUEL  YOU  ARE  LIVING  CROWN.  INQUIRING  HIS  HIGHNESS  SO  BLUNTLY  AFTER  SUCH  REJECTION.        vocals eased forth in tension drift atmosphere   —–   caressed     with     VENOM-LESS    ease.     &&’     yet     it    is   but    a   somber    tone    for    lifeless    kissed    warrior.       —–     a  frown  would have been should he’d still have maw.

                       ‘  question.        ------   you sound so much like my mother. why -- ?  ‘

              HE   IS   NO   FOOL  TO  THE  TONALITY   OF   WHICH   HE   TAKES  ;    ,       heed what others may belive of his vocals to take form of.   (  THOSE OF A MOTHER.   A  FATHER.  A SISTER.   BROTHER.   A  LOVER )     ;   such thriving life ceased every once   &&’   while.    after all...  his vocal’s conform to that of one’s mostly cherished   ---   one that causes utmost calm   -----    for death is a finality that is met with a cruel fate.   it is an abyss that welcomes thee with loving palms  &’  soothing song.      ;     undead king is no different.  for he is personification of a death most foul   ---    yet so so agonizingly , so mournfully beautiful.   he has no vocal’s himself in truth   ---   his true voice having long gone in the throes of his violent death eons prior to now.   ——      .     he  is  a   finality  all  fear.  but  a  welcoming  figure  once  one  comes  to  draw  aching  last  .        a pondering moment    ----    mindscape thrumming with retort     -----     yet unsure if crown deserves such reply    --     ( after all.  who can one foolishly inquire the dead without giving respect  ).      ,     &&’  HE  SPOKE.  DESPITE  VEXING  TONALITY  SEEPING  WITHIN  VISAGE.        cadaver rose to full of height    /   having hunched lightly prior      -----    softly.    ever so softly does corpse stride forwards   -----     resting    though arms length way’s     -----    rests besides living.     a canting of cranium...   visage faced that of moonlight  -----  for it is a comfort.      &’   in silent moment does  cohort of death speak.    so  achingly haunting   ----   so soft.  a straining of self must exhalt do, to hear what ungodly being speaks for in mothering tonality..