My Casket

The casket was filled with rust

old from centuries accumulated

silver, gold, diamonds, copper, iron



The riches of men, giants, elves

long dead, past prime, legends dust

and caskets, made for death



Golden leaves piled upon you now

as summer dies, and autumn

encroaches in, silent and death



Dreams long past forgotten

covered in mist, in frayed ribbon

cracked broken swords on shields



Test me, offer me life's question

search my spirit, my soul mind

Absolution be my bed, my grave.



rpleith

October 2014