Last RitesA Poem by LovecraftA man tries to elude Death.
Death had come, but I wasn't ready for Him,
His cold gaze and his touch of chill, no warmth, His face lacked sympathy amidst my fear and woe. I ran the gauntlet, trying to evade capture, but He always found me, breathless and terrified. Death had entered my very mind, teasing mortality, Unrelenting in his sole purpose of his reaping. Too late, He has found me, Cowering and unable to gaze on his true visage. I cannot run anymore, I accept that, So I willingly embrace the darkness, Whatever may happen, So be it.
© 2017 LovecraftAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on January 10, 2017 Last Updated on January 21, 2017 Tags: Death, Life, Regret, Unfinished Business AuthorLovecraftSpencerport, NYAbout“The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown” - H.P. Lovecraft Scientia Potentia Est- Latin- Knowledge is Power.. more..Writing
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