My conversation with death

Today’s poem is brought to you by the letter ‘D’ with short cameos by the letter ‘A’

This poem started off with me seeing how much alliteration i could cram into a reasonably sized poem whilst maintaining the integrity of the piece. I found out recently someone i knew although had never really spoken to had died, this piece is not a memorial to her simply my thoughts on death especially death during youth

The lines spoken by the character ‘death’ are italicised.

Nigh we descend the very depths of darkness

The domain of dreams and shadows as we don deceiptful glasses

Driving the mundane deep into the realm of the insane

Dastardly visions products of devilish enchantment

But my discernment not declining

Devastated I was in finding

A surely evident delusion

Of a demon before my eyes

Dressed in darkest rainment

Daunted I enquired his name and

“Death” the reply came

On a ghoulish December day

Your alloted age has arrived

Arrest all action acquiesce your life

Accept this, your apt enterprise

Though anger I see in your eyes

If its mere disappointment which you see

From desolation of my destiny

Distinct dysfunction in your design

My eyes distinctly testify

Decadence is rife, disease, destitution

Drawn directly from the dissolution

Of decency, or it’s definition’s evolution

Yet you still come after me?

Am I appearing as an attorney?

Although ammorality you abstain apparently

From my assignment you cannot turn me

And assuredly all acts are for the balancing

Of cosmic scales all affairs

Absolutely small and wonderously tall

All these actions are accord

And your apparition’s been recalled

Dearest death one dispensation duly do not deny

Desperation’s distraught desire: one decade more of life

Aught authority have i acquired

To accept this ask, you must resign

Divert developments devised!

Dissuade the powers so divine!

Nay, A dream, tis a dastardly dream

Devised to desecrate life’s sanctity

Help! I cried. Help!

As i heard the ringing of heaven’s bells

Help! I cried. Help!

Then the wailing drums of hell

Help! I cried.Help!

So young but still I fell.