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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 © | Year Posted 2006




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Book: Shattered Sighs