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
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