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Death Took the Reins

Full moon lay low
o’er country roads,
As my gray, Luka,
And I rode.

Black hat shadowed empty holes,
velvet coat covered skinless arms,
As bony fingers grasped the reins,
Death joined me amid the farms.

He held tight, refused to leave,
Even as I begged him please.
“Tonight’s the night, my beauty,”
He said, as he ignored my pleas.

I shook my head and felt my fear,
Rise within my breast.
“Please, I beg you, don’t take me now,
For I have not been blessed!”

Death laughed.
“Foolish girl! I don’t want you!”
His hand stroked Luka’s mane.
“For it’s Luka, whose time is due!”

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artwork by Kristina Gehrmann

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  • ShelleyA gold member
    July 21

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    Good title and write. Nice take on the picture prompt. Good imagery, flow and tone. Nice rhyme. Nice depth of feeling. Vivid descriptives. Nice alliteration and assonance. Very nice twist in final verse. Thank you for your entry.


  • Aerden gold member
    June 21
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    That's a good twist ending!