Death's callA Poem by Pyrrha RaynDifferent views of deathHe grasps her arm... Tight as his long boney fingers dig into her skin... As he yanks her away from all those who beg to give her once last chance. Ignoring the pleas he drags her down... Into the black abyss. He arrives on time. And gently helps him out of his bed. His body no longer aches... As Death takes him to a safe place... He is missed by those around. The lonliness consumed her... People wonder why he took her. It was because he couldn't stand to see her alone in the pain... Death became her comfort as he offered her his arm. And he walked with her down the path... And comforted her fears that she would never again be alone. One man, thing, person, spirit... So many different ways he's seen. The last question is... How do you see Sir Death?
© 2011 Pyrrha RaynAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on August 17, 2011 Last Updated on August 17, 2011 AuthorPyrrha RaynThe Wonderland In My Brain., MTAboutI write poetry... And, yeah I hope it reaches you. more..Writing
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