Summer death
Summer nights.All warm and silent.
No movement.
Only shadows in the moonlight.
I see him walking.
Death on the move.
Coming to take.
Some poor soul away.
I scream his name.
"Death, oh sweet pain.
Take me with you."
He looks at me.
I see him walking.
Death on the move.
Coming to take.
Some poor soul away.
Copyright ©2007 Nyorioko.
Poetry by Nyorioko
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Written on 2007-08-28 at 16:43
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