Deaths Tendril

Disconnected polymonger, soul voyager torn from flesh 

Enter ye into heavens gate, where entwining spirits mesh

As Gratitude leaks from a dying heart, ( time not well spent )

Longing for eternal rest, how much more shall you repent?

Death offers not its sighing relief, (you`ve forget yourself in err) 

Exhaling so quietly, castigating, reliving each second as a day

Across deaths shadow, mercies tendril burns brightly, fast

Terminal course, upon laden seas of forgotten memories, past

Heavenly speck of consciousness, burning wistful flame

    Prodigal creator, placate thyself with vanities mirror game