The Fallen Fig On The Twig

Oh Wind!

i am just a twig,
do not blow too harsh, save the fig
this neighbor will wait in Heaven’s gate
With lilies. While this twig will
with Hungry wings. Broken limbs. Bloody sins.
such a pig

for once, I like to see
song-less songs being sung
strung so strong from a hardcore punk
I am broke.
drunk and drum. Have some rum
with me, Oh, Death!

Enjoy.

Such pitiful deceitful adieu. But no, please
Rain! You cloudless eyes. Just rain!
Oh Skies of Hell
break the ice in this Arctic heart of mine

melt

Oh Ablaze! Ablaze!

Burn.

I’m a twig

B u r n
in Earthly hands. B u r n , the palms I sprung from
B u r n
but save the fig. The fruit.
Not this twig

Oh Wind of Death!

Written for a contest in Reddit. Prompt: Death