Deathly GraspA Poem by TM "Ree" Tatea darker piece about life, prompted by an imageThe Angel of Death stands watch over the ancient cradle of youth. Biding his time until old age approaches. Searching for the sign with which he will conquer; nay, vanquish, his foe.
The smallest indication of weakness, or folly will call forth his damning cue. Innocently the babe grows, insular, unknowing of the blighted shadow hovering behind his every movement.
Joyfully progressing through merry days, plodding onward against trial and tribulation. Blissfully ignorant of what Fate has decreed; He draws nigh to pestilence embodied; It's deathly grasp reaching out to embrace. His Fate is sealed forevermore. © 2011 TM "Ree" TateAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on June 6, 2011 Last Updated on June 6, 2011 AuthorTM "Ree" TateChattanooga, TNAboutHi, I am Ree *tmtate from AP. I have a lifelong love of reading and writing. I am 41, divorced, no kids--just a cat; Wolfie. Born and raised in Ohio, moved to Tennessee at age 19. I have worked part .. more..Writing
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