Wooing Death

As I wait for my sleep
Weltering in pain
My pules unheard
Part of me dead

She is making the bed
As my dark veins bleed
She is concealed
In her dark veil

She looks at me
With a wanting look
She wants me in bed
For all the years ahead

I can’t deny her
For long she has waited
And even warned
Now she”ll have me

Todays best new poem was written by Sire’.

 

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