What
is more beautiful than death?
More
magnificent than its cold clammy grip?
More
enticing than it sickly sweet scent?
Its
smoky breath?
Its
hallowed eyes?
Its
whisper of a voice, grating upon the edges of your nerve-endings?
What
is more absolute than death?
Even
in death, my command remains.
Even
in death, there is no other…as longed for, sought after
Wanted?
That,
which knows no bounds, fears no man, worships no being.
That
most awful entity, most lustful desire
Death,
Hell the epitome of Hades
What
is more beautiful than me?
Gervanna Stephens
(Class of 2012)
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