Last beat

 

My heart grows weary of its beat

Dissolves like snow in summer’s heat

The final seconds stretched too long

Its soft murmur changing into tumultuous song

Crushing every breathe into a gasp

Wrapped in Death’s gentle grasp

Death was kind, her soft embrace

Will this horrible pain replace

She beckons me to join the celestial dance

The Moon, the Stars all in a trance

I have joined the constellations a Star

Shining the way to where the immortals are

Maxwell O’REILLY