Yahtzee Fill: Poetry: Death is Punctual

Title: Death is punctual.
Form: Italian sonnet
Rating: Gen
Length 129
No. of lines: 14
Prompt: Punctual

Death doesn’t tarry nor does it permit delay.
It is prompt. It is punctual. The hour assigned
arrives, and the appointment kept. The end defined.
Death is not a moment too soon. Death does not stray.

To long for it, cheat it, or treat it like a play
which may be staged, a plot that may be woven, twined
by hand is wrong. The hubris of a death designed
is manifold and pungent. Death will have its way.

And yet, this soul diseased by grief adrift between
the lonely hours is bound by memory to loss.
And yet, this heart refuses reason, will not wean

itself of thoughts corrupt and useless, ill-timed dross.
And yet, this mind persists in plotting plan and scheme
to waylay a most punctilious albatross.