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Deathly Pale

Poetry By: ReflectingeyE

A poem of death and dying. An exploration of the transition to the afterlife.

Submitted:Feb 6, 2007    Reads: 82    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

Deathly pale, ornately shown

Tattered flesh on broken bone

Set for a world so far away

You're destined to but fade away

Hear the cries of those who mourn

We all must die to be reborn

And look back upon what's left behind

What's good or bad, now state of mind

No-one can say where you shall roam

No earthly place to call your home

No more your shadow haunts the lands

No time is left upon your hands

No one denies that that's your lot

Not long before you're long forgot

No longer free to love or hate

You're deeds are done, now face your fate.


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