The Angel of Death was dancing
in a veil of gossamer grey,
close by her side the Grim Reaper pressed
as night faded into day.
He grinned through his hood like a gentleman should
while her wings caught the light of the moon;
like shattered glass in a ravaged dawn
they sparkled then faded away.
A wonderful little ditty Ray. I don't normally like this particular kind of verse , but you bring a whole new dimension to it.
Nice one
Fantastic as usual! Candidate for POTW? If may presume, not so sure about the first line of the second verse. Up to then the images and language are fairly formal language, but grin is informal, and why a gentleman? Anyway, loved it.
Really envy your output, and all good stuff! I take ages to produce anything decent!
Jennifer
Great. Love it
Take your partners for the last dance....!
Good imagery, well expressed.
Dark, but good rhyming Ray ?
A haunting poem Ray..thank you..?
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Sat 20th Oct 2018 23:19
Just in time for the last dance Ray...a gentleman's excuse me.
I love this! Absolutely magnificent. The rhythm is excellent and the imagery is striking.
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raypool
Mon 22nd Oct 2018 21:12
Thanks Heart of Lead. Praise indeed. Welcome to the site.
Thanks Anya. I'll take that as a compliment!
A rare thing is the true gentleman Brian, thanks.
Taylor, a nice response as it is a bit mystical.
Glad you like it Don !
Cheers Mark - Save the last dance for me.
Thanks Jon, short and very sweet!
Jennifer, always a pleasure . My humour intervened with the grin, just a quirky idea that I felt made it more interesting. Also, never trust a gentleman until you're sure of one.
Thanks David. Yes, that is the bottom line, agreed. Great clip too, enjoyed that. Dodgy doings for sure.
Too kind Martin. Blink and you might miss it. Glad it worked for you.
Thanks for the additional likes. Starfish, Darren and The Carbon Quill.
Ray