The Tempest Death Poem by Akshansh Poonam Pandey

Grazing over and over again the graveyard!
The death had appeared.
Shining sun had just shattered...
it hazzled upon its crunky murmurs.! '

The night was creepy and silent.
The wind that a storm became violent!
That surrounded a evil spell..
with the time which grew up a pectic rebel..

Graveyard is just an essence!
where you find each souls presence'-
it was just a deaths inception!
that had to be taken as a prospection!

There aint no cure! .The lips aren't pure!
all what had to be done was incinerate!
all could be done was incarnation...
This shouldn't be a time to do up an impulsive!

Or the tempest death raises up her incantations as a lease! ..
And all that could be said was 'Rest In Peace'!