SHUDDERING BREATHS

Old Breath, Dark soil Dreaded wounds of unending tempest lost rage against the dying of the light, Blinded eyes with withered tongues. Grave men, fierce with tears of pain somber raptures of muttering fingers Hearts outrage with grief. Old might, shuddering Breath Tombs of the wicked, fragrance of demons watered skins of withered bodies flanks of the Dead kings of Africa called with dances of the beasts of the soil. I am shuddered with dying breath my destination is heaven on earth my perceptions endowed with essence of chattered pledging of happiness, shuddering Breath do not amid with blinding light. Life has lost it's essence humanity has lost its humaneness without a fight of return; the inevitability of death. I sang the the sun in flight but I died on the soil with plight, shuddering Breath take me in peace.