Atreyu Laska Poet Rhyme

Deaths Carriage

I pull back the curtains 
And out I look 
There lay a carriage, oh yes, I’m certain
Suddenly, I hear a knock at my door 
So the lock I unhook 
The door i open 
Standing there, a figure 
A creature of great lore 
Grinning, deceptively it hands me a paper and a pen 
It’s come for my soul I begin to figure 
“I’m not ready” I begin to plea 
Yet, from death there is no where to flee.

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Beata Agustin July 3, 2023 at 6:57 AM Welcome to Poetry Soup. I welcome you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Quoth Theraven July 1, 2023 at 10:39 PM Atreyu, Of carriages & curtains, there used to be more..., when death knocks three times, there's only one door. Gypsy fable. -Richard