Sinner's Lament

STRANGER AT THE DOOR ‘ Sinner’s lament’ There was a knocking on my door And a stranger with dark piercing eyes Familiar to my mind asked entrance Yet I could not name him. I gave him food and shelter He sat at my table And no words did he speak Until we sat before the fire. He talked into the early hours Speaking of secret things I thought that only I did know Dark deeds shameful to the soul. Taking my hand at dawn He led me out into the twilight Then I knew him to be Death Come to take my soul to Hell. Colin Ian Jeffery