The Colors of Death

The kiss of death
pressed so gently against her cheek
tonight in heaven
another angel they shall keep
as I watch her dying
with tears streaming down
my grief-ridden face
I can't help but wonder
will she find eternal peace?

when I was darkness
she gave me light
why am I the one
who makes it through the night?

the sorrow in her deep blue eyes
can be seen while her very soul cries
and as she draws in her final breath
in come the morbid colors of death

Violet for the mottling of her hands and  feet
Indigo for her blue eyes which now shine less bright
Blue for the teardrops shed throughout the night
Green for the grass which she now lies beneath
Yellow for the decay in her worn out teeth
Orange for the burns on her sun scorched skin
Red for the blood oozing out from within

I pause for a while
as I gaze upon her limp body
which now looks so vile

then I begin to cry… tears of joy…

in the midst of her impending demise
this little angel has left behind one final surprise
the colors of death which were initially a curse
also form her everlasting rainbow when seen in reverse