The Visitor
it arrives unknown in the black of night
passing in silence, away from sight.
casting no shadow on the cold bare floor
it enters my bedroom through the open door.
bloodless fingers, worn thin by time
snuff out a flame at my side.
collecting in full, the price mortals pay
alas, death visited my garden today.
Copyright © Ronnie Van Sweringen | Year Posted 2006
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