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Death's Greeting

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: August 19, 2018

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Submitted: August 19, 2018

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The droplets scuttled down the window, And the thunder crackled. Have you heard the wind? It's calling out, death is praying tonight. It has prey, The Reaper. The village is taking safety, my house will be fine. Nature shall take care of it. The blood red roses on my desk, they're wilting, oh it's sorrowful. Death is taking me out tonight, this lonely house shall fall. It is Nature's to own, is it not? The wind hurried up, the calls are more often. It must be close, don't you think? I hear the drips, I hear the drops. There's a knock, it is soft, but the Grim Reaper is home. As my final breaths were taken, I saw the beauty of death, with a touch on the forehead, it was all over, it was nice, was it not? Death can not be escaped, I should have known, but, I lived long, shalln't I be proud?


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