Oh death oh death,
how can it be,
that I must come,
and go with thee
you take my hand,
and lead me home.
so I can stand,
among the throng.
I see the door,
I hear you call,
I know what lies,
behind that wall.
I fell the cold
begin to set,
as the sun
begins to rest.
Please tell me what you think
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I like this! It reminds one that death is inevitable.
Great job Sarah!
~Sarah JLF
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Brilliant piece
Brilliant piece of writing. This is very deep indeed. I loved this The imagery is dark and foreboding as 'Death,' comes a calling.
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