Death Smiles At People

Death Smiles At People
© Surazeus
2026 09 14

Death smiles at people singing songs of faith, 
delighted at how they express their love 
through graceful dance of body-morphing lust, 
adoring how they writhe and howl with hope 
to shine with beauty of the timeless light 
while waiting to snuff out flames of their souls. 

Alert to presence of Death in dim shadows 
which lurks near my people who dance with joy, 
I peer at amorphous gleam of despair 
that hovers among trees with bitter eyes 
of desperate hunger from the hollow world, 
prepared to fight whatever might attack. 

Death mocks my vigilance with eerie screech 
I almost hear from silence of dark gloom, 
so I glance up at freezing flap of wings 
to see vast hovering cherub of despair 
that opens wide gaping jaws of regret, 
poised to consume bright souls of dancing folk. 

Tense with concern for life of precious souls, 
I contract swirl of psychic energy 
from sudden lightning flash of frantic fear 
when I congeal compact helix of light 
twisting spirals of thought in focused coils 
to condense demonic flash in my heart. 

Death shrieks contempt of active ardency 
at sorrow-twisted mask that shields my soul 
with pulsing curls of intertwined respect, 
so I unfurl excessive wings of faith 
at spark of truth when I embrace despair 
and suck its rage into my calm esteem. 

Assertive spring of flight through sharp regard 
confers swift launch of my observant hope 
when I leap suddenly at ghost of fear 
to fight the snarling demon with sharp claws 
that clamps my arm with hungry jaws of rage 
so I stab blade of truth into its neck. 

Death writhes in agony of harsh defeat 
so I clasp tight its thrashing rage with faith 
till monstrous ghoul contorts at shock of death, 
then I stand and gasp with triumphant sigh, 
but turn surprised when dancing people cheer 
to celebrate my victory over death. 

Weltschmerz at pleasure of cynical pride 
preserves calm satisfaction that my deed 
protects my joyful people from harsh strike 
of hungry death, so I drink bitter wine 
while wearing cape of wolf-fur when I rule 
on throne of honor at our victory feast.