by steve1223adelaide, South Australia
Dec 2018 663 Views 7 comments
Death
At my door Death stood
With scythe in his hand
“Come,” he breathed,
“the other side awaits thee.”
Terrified I arose
Though I did not want
Yet follow I must
With scythe in his hand
“Come,” he breathed,
“the other side awaits thee.”
Terrified I arose
Though I did not want
Yet follow I must
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Posted: Dec 2018
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