My Last Breath of Dust

A poem when death is met with regret.

Shimmering wings of darkness they sweep.

Crying a warning while I begin my grim sleep.

A solitary friend joins together with a murderous trance.

Morning flight pins of night mark their gathering dance.

Moonlight sun scavenger of Odin’s sight.

I lay cold on this battlefield awaiting to take flight.

My world has been shattered into bits of dust.

There is nothing left here for either of us.

I lay while you feast on my reflective life.

Images once seen now scattered to light.

Darkness marauders spread fear to remind me of death.

A world drifts away hearing my departing breath.