Abyss
When the Reaper’s steps are heard
With deadly raspy sighs
Darkening shadows of his Raven birds
Pulls Blackness ‘cross my eyes
In Shadow’s grip of hasty fear
There are no paths to take
His dragging steps are drawing near
Is this for Heaven’s sake?
Crouching low to miss His blade
Just makes the madness worse
There is no place securely made
To outwit the Reaper’s curse
With breaking nails, I claw away
And find myself alone
A deadly hide-and-seek, we play
‘Neath echoes of His moan
We finally meet, I gasp for air
His grip around my neck
His eyes, an evil deepened stare
He drags me upon our trek
Death is done. He’s taken me
Yet He hasn’t let go
His icy grip hasn’t set me free
He marches with me in tow
There is not breath in the air
Nor blue sky above
No sense of loving care
Death has no place for love
He drops me on the jagged edge
A cliff by deep Abyss
I see an endless crumbled ledge
I turn and taste His hiss
His mass has grown to cloud the Earth
His Webs of Blackness flows
Is this what my life is worth?
Nothing worthy to show?
His force of will consumes me
Into The Abyss I’m thrown
No end of it I see
I become completely unknown
Copyright © Jeanette Ozee | Year Posted 2006
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