Spiritus De Sante Poem by Vision Ghost

As I, myself, so descends as water from the rose
For my time now, to end as the darkness grows
Reflections of many images, still into one state
To greet me upon my final hour, of certain fate

Held in hand as death, doth recognise my body
Laying still as feelings drift, beyond a remedy
For now is my moment, of a passing from life
Gripped on me as this emotion, draws in so rife

Locked by a new destiny, and control slips away
This I’ve no choice as undoing, as the end of day
Gaze looks forward, at so many faces of sorrow
Knowing that for me, there is no more tomorrow

That I am in the mandatory throes, of letting go
My body retuned to this earth, new seeds to sow
Abundant upon my passing, as years will pass by
For time itself when nearing the end, seems to fly

Expressionless as I accept this fate, unbound now
My mind as broad in horizons, as my broken brow
Washing me in such purities, that I shall thus revere
For warm tears of the grieving, sail me from here

Reaching my collaboration, of an encroaching death
I finally draw for air in preparation, for a final breath
As the exhale releases my life, and my visions close
Sensations’ fading slowly, as this new darkness grows

Gone is searching for answers, as my children mourn
But knowing that they shall wake, to face the new dawn
With a piece of myself, in divisions within their hearts
And for generations there after, in years and timely parts

For such times doth thus continue, without me forever
Yet in the blackness, I feel my heart, becoming slower
For my consciousness initiates, for this falling away
As a final thought closes, I know I have died this day