Death of Beauty

This is the death of romance

Of sweet uncensored love

passionate kisses and warm embraces

of gentle touching and nights of holding each other tight

sweet words and silent gazing into each other’s eyes

 

This is the death of imagination

Of scaly purple dragons

beautiful scenes and glistening things

in the depths of one’s mind

of abstracts, constructs, life-forms, and views none of the likes you have ever seen

gazing into a creation made by one or many

 

This is the death of writing

of sonnets written by diligent hands

epic stories of the ever triumphant hero

going against all odds

of limericks so rude and comical

Books written by creative minds

words flowing from hand to page

 

This is the death of music

of melodious notes rising from glorious instruments

glorious voices singing versus so fiercely

of the lyrics so stable and black on the page of white

a blazing glory of evocative rhythms and sounds

 

This is the death of nature

of beautiful willows swaying so gently in the breeze

the red rose so elegant in all its regal glory

of fields of daisies and orchards of apples

cherry blossoms so evocative with their unique pink shade

 

This is the death of life

of newborns so innocent and picturesque

the children parents so hold dear to them

of men and women, who share such love for each other

the animals, such glorious creatures they are

 

But most importantly, this is the death of beauty

of the romance we so tenderly give

imagination so astonishing and vast

of the writing we all love and cherish

music so harmonious and emotional

of nature with its many surprises and mysteries

Life, the one thing that we all hold dear

This is the death of all these things

The end of all that we have worked so hard to achieve

The death of all things beautiful