Death at its best.

• Artist: bacchanalia bunny
• Description: I recently had to kill off a character who was very dear to me, and I'm in quite the emotional wreck about it, so I decided to express my pain via poetry.
• Date: 09/26/2014
• Tags: death best

She knew that death had come for her,
with grimly eyes and a cold face.

"I want to see your travels!" Those were his last words to her,
before she departed,
with fear acting like a puppeteer.

She thinks of her brother in the midst of great pain,
with blood from head to ear,
wishing that he could be here.

This zombie made a mess of her,
with razor teeth and pointed talons.
She would not see a funeral,
with flowers and mourning faces.

Death was cold,
death,
at its best,
was lonely.