The Beauty of Death

[b]Tempting the frail nerve
With your inescapable charm
What mortals deserve.

Misconceived beauty
In each ovary and sperm---
Life's profane duty.

Your alien presence
Lingers in the dense shadows
Of  joyous fragrance.

When I reminisce
Your ghostly face proudly shows
In my clock no bliss.

A permanent
Freedom to purgatory---
[i]Moksha of a saint[/i]!

Seeds of fear before
Your coming bloom the story
Of surmise for sure.

Your silent approach
Wipes out the backdoors  to be
A timeless cockroach.

Beheaded  gazing
Of goats on chopper can see---
"Death is amazing!"
                            -----Azrael Pavel