The Imperial Robe

I see the Night – lit up by Day
Some name it Life – I say – Okay
The World – she wears a starry Cloak
Upon her Collar – Time’s soft yoke

A Seamstress – stitched with subtle Thread
Where Life – and Death – together tread
And in her Garb – from Waist to Knee
Lies all we are – and all shall be

Between the Land – and Ocean wide
Between the Dream – where Shadows bide
Between the Life – and Death’s deep Breath
We dwell – within the Robe of Death!

:: 04.28.2015 ::