Is it dead

Is it dead Once, its beauty unimaginable, mesmerizing floating high, unstoppable It's dance so graceful Floating free, All at ease But nothing can be indefinite, No clasp is infinite But Once, it's power undeniable, indestructible Beautifully entangling, with strength unyielding knotted as one All at ease But nothing can be indefinite, No clasp is infinite And now, Shrivelled and broken, Mechanical whimpering The final Spasms The Death Throes I ask, is it dead? --- That's my first ever attempt at poetry! Any constructive criticism welcome please.