Replying to a comment on:

My Swarthy Bane (Free verse) by MacFrantic

Death knelt before the windowsill in silence A heavy rain beating fairly upon its head The utterance of a selfless prayer For Death lives in immortalized devotion And as I lie in trepidation Sickness eroding my memory Death enters uninvited But it is no longer unwelcome This fleeting glance at life Offers no time for reparation And as I look into Death's face I finally see it as my own

Dovina 15-Aug-04/3:55 PM
The last 2 verses could stand better alone. Try leaving out "it is"




Track and Plan your submissions ; Read some Comics ; Get Paid for your Poetry
PoemRanker Copyright © 2001 - 2024 - kaolin fire - All Rights Reserved
All poems Copyright © their respective authors
An internet tradition since June 9, 2001