The Stranger

A Poem by Justin Miller

The stranger watches over as the city sleeps,
a little town so silent, as to never hear the solemn weeps.
The moon begins to fall as the sun rises to it's feet.
A grim, hollow man makes his way into the busy streets.
The locals fill the town, singing song,
amidst a man who does not belong.
A stranger to the well rehearsed,
welcomed in, but marked with curse.
This new town, he'd decide to rest,
among the people who called him their guest.
In this city by the sea,
he'd find a beautiful woman, his new bride to be.
This stranger of a man, found a ready woman and took her hand.
To worlds end, they would meet,
he slowly kneeled and kissed her feet.
And into the night, late October the wind sat still, as he crept up to her window sill.
Come with me, to see your future endeavor,
a time with me that will last forever.
And into the night they both meet,
her heart turned cold and missed a beat.
She shivered at the mans cold touch,
gained her breath and drank to love.
But to her surprise, she had been misled,
the gentleman in front of her is nothing more than dead.
And with those empty eyes and cold wet breath, he whispered in her ear, I'm sorry dear, for I am death.

© 2015 Justin Miller

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Kat Shields

Wow, this poem really intrigued me. I just started an account on here, feel free to check my story out if you wish. Your writing is very deep, kind of passionate and I fell in love with it (how you made death into a stranger).