My Veiled Death

She came veiled into the twilight of my life.
That soft moonglow my fading heartbeat,
fraught with dread to stay afloat on a blackening horizon.

Dreams burned like my Venus used to in the backdrop,
alike a white-hot ember,
besieged by the prospect of my last ray of light glimmering.

The shutters of these eyes heavy,
pupils a ghostly tinge mirroring the nightfall, lids creaked ajar,
fighting the blurred sting of a fresh, black awakening.

Fallen shadowless
within the glow of my sky-ember,
its starving luminosity dimmed my eyelids.

The dull beating of my heart
had tuned a sense of armistice
within my being.

I must’ve laid in the snow for quite some hours!
For the last thing I recalled
was the bleedful plunge of the dusking sun.  

Melted and molded
after a lifetime in the shine of the daystar,
my body felt airy.

My hands lost their tension.
My fingers unlocked from their clench,
tranquilly erected in air.

My blood flowed smoother now.
Sounds of this winter night withdrew its stringed holiday tune.
Yielding to the serene harmony that was my steamless breath;

silent,
through these parted,
soundless lips.

As I lay, shadows of peculiar shapes and origins
whirled before me within the veil of night,
as though I wasn’t alone.

These eyes; too fatigued
to have made any sense of the pandemonium
of shadows and silhouettes came to rest.