Salem's Den Journal
An ancient woman croaked
that her time was coming soon.
Medicine, incense, a sick room--
Days are lost in an induced fog.
Nothing prolonged her life, only agony--
Days were lost, then so was she.
A grandmother no longer around
daughters were motherless, yet life went on.
Generations from now, an ancient
will prepare to die.
Days will be lost in an induced fog--
her children will try to save her.
Death is inevitable.