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Death Came To My Door

Updated on April 28, 2017

Death came to my room one Day

I heard a knock but did not answer

He peered through the keyholes

And at my window

And just would not let me be

I drew myself up into a ball and hid against cupboards lining the wall

It's long fingers found me there and slowly walked

across my hair

caressing my face and finding it bare

My breath caught in fear my eyes wide as saucer

Death was ugly and it had no hair

It looked at me and with a toothless grin

Pointed its fingers at my chest

My breath caught and now I thought

My ways of being have finally caught

Now death will surely take me where it aught

Then the need to fight suddenly came

And along the floorboard, I started to crawl

And death it seemed sensed a newfound energy in me hence

And began to dance and move about so in my state

It could finally take me to the pearly gates

I was young and quick and so I did not sigh

Nor did I tremble

I stood up and proudly espoused

No, no you won't take me to your door

A fight ensued and barely a whimper did I spew

I kicked and screamed and beat death down

And he gave in without a sound

He looked at me and I at him

Then slowly he went back to ground

He shook his head and at me, he grinned

A worthy opponent to his chagrin

We shook hands and away he went

I danced and pranced and punched the air

Cause death came to find me and I'm still here.

The Title was suggested by a Friend, however, the prose was written based on my interpretation.

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