I stand there
Next to my sister
Unseen
Watching the procedings
Of my own Funeral
Everyone is crying
But one person
Standing at the edge of the crowd
I don't recognize him
He is dressed in all black
Hood up, shading his face
I watch him for a while
He is staring at me right back
I walk over to him
Slowly lower the hood
He is Death Standing there
The only thing about him
That makes him stand out to me
Is his eyes
They are the color of the sea
Right after a storm
The colors swirl in every direction
He lifts his cloaked hand
And takes me with him
To a land of never ending Halls
Author notes
Option 3
A contest entry
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1500 points, ended September 2, 2007, 19 entries
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Comments
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Ouch now, I would've gone with a fight, most definately. What a horrible thing to go through. Still, unresolved issues must've been to attend your own funeral, what a scary thing to do. At least you knew everyone missed you, that was probably the business you wanted to see before you left. Very clever write here.
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Wow, this is wonderful. There's this eerie air to it.
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