Reaper's Blush

death was left, blushing red abruptly caught trying to steal my breath and mistook me for dead while, I stood there on a desolate beach, with idle hands and bare feet silenced by the sleepy waves as they, half- awake lulled that ray of silence, and hushed those forgotten lullabies that bore the evil cries of trepidation and yet as it is with our glorious sun, love will never rise before its time...