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His Name Is Death
Vivid dreams, dreams frightening, in bright technicolor, Recurring over and over, day and night, unfolding; Deeply, I plunge into the oblivion of an empty black void. And I am free falling, tumbling, plummeting down. Again and again, I do the same things within this dream, And I am the girl with long raven hair flowing down; There is a man who is beckoning for me to come with him, He stands with arms outstretched, whispering my name. I have seen this man who comes for me, his face so sad, My mind is swirling, twirling and I am screaming, go away; But, he takes my hand and we walk into the dark unknown, Through tangled vines and bare branches like claws. I fear him so much because I know his name, it is Death, Why does he come in dreams, why does he call me; And each time I fear my weary eyes to close and dream, For I know that Death will be whispering my name. The first time I saw him, he was weeping, as he took my dead sister's soul away. . . ______________________________ June 5, 2013 Poetry/Verse/His Name Is Death Copyright Protected, ID 06-483-551-05 All Rights Reserved, 2013, Constance La France Written for the Standard contest, Poems to Keep You Awake, sponsor, Roy Jerben, Judged 06/10/2013 Third Place
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