Death's Camouflage

A Tiny Story For You

Death left his throne of smoke
At noon when doves still sung,
Clad in no boots or cloak,
Playing a gentle song.
He sang of love and joy,
Fame, work, and peaceful bliss.
Death was this dazzling boy
Whose voice deserved a kiss.
Dance did the excited town
Till darkness cloaked the skies
In a star-spangled gown.
Then vanished death's disguise.
Stars fell in arrow forms
And males and females died.
They were buried by worms.
Death laughed saying, ‘I lied!’