Death

by Russell   Sep 25, 2005


Death sits waiting for his next assignment
Forever damned to take souls
His punishment was this confinement
Forever he patrols

He walks on the streets
But nobody can see him
Every night he repeats
This task so grim

He stalks with a black hood
And with sickle in hand
Only if the souls he took could understand
The realm of the dead is his land

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  • 17 years ago

    by Jen

    That poem was great in its own way... I can just picture "death" roaming the streets... the way you word it makes it so vivid and easy to imagine. -Jen- 5/5

    PS. I read all of your quotes and they are all completely amazing... definately keep up the good work

  • 18 years ago

    by Kayla

    That was a goood one hun it really was

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