Open Arms

It was twelve last night when he came to my door
someone I had heard of from childhood lore
the door was unlocked, and in he came
he said not a word, nigh for his name.
"The angel of death," said he, "am I"
the lights flickered and eventually died
it was at the moment I began to cry
he looked at me and then he sighed
"why must they all weep?" he said
his voice filled my heart with unspeakable dread
"It's quite disheartening to see
brave men and women in front of me
shedding tears so rapidly
my deeds are not so dastardly."
I stiffened my lip and in I walked
into his welcoming arms.

Reviews

[patricia]

My favourite line was...'I stiffened my lip and in I walked...' A surprising but great twist ending. Your poem reminded me of a few dreams that I have woken from feeling scared..but have then.. as days passed by.. contained insights for me. Thankyou.