Below is the poem entitled Death's Dance which was written by poet
Schmitt. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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"I can hear and feel it inside my chest,
growing in pace and noticed by the rest.
My heart can't stop, not it's to late!
50 years, 50 years! I need more time wait!
My dear sir Death, can I not cheat you now?!
Don't remain cold, please show me some way how
to live and survive past those 50 years!
Every day passin is lived in fear"
As I waited the dark one turned to me...
Pulled back his hood as if to let me see
his fire filled red eyes that seemed so bright
Lighting up his face in the black of night
Death's old battered bones crackled as they moved!
Any rumors of Death were all now proved!
But most fearsome of all was the blood stained
scythe, held in his hand and I can't explain
my fear as he drew closer and closer
I was shaken, I've lost all composer.
"Caleb, my dear Caleb" Death slowly said
"Your heart beating, my bomb, your source of dread.
Everyday passed you feel me nearer,
I have been preparing can you not hear?
The grinding of my blade, our date soon comes!
To think you could cheat me, I must say dumb...
But I'll humor you, Let's play a game?
The rules are simple and easy to tame..."