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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
Up the ladder:
To Hate Love Is To Love Hate
Down the ladder:
If you're done, I'd like my Battle Axe please
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Posted: August 13, 2004 12:15 AM PDT; Last modified: August 15, 2004 8:13 PM PDTWeighted score: 4.9403987 Overall Rank: 9113 Comments:
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Dovina @ 24.52.157.176
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15-Aug-04/3:55 PM
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The last 2 verses could stand better alone. Try leaving out "it is"
thanks, this much I-------------------------------I
Death looks like my ex-mother-in-law to me. But each of us has our own boogie(sic) man we see, now that Rick James is dead.
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