Around,
All around,
The shadows gather,
My dread grows as an icy touch,
Freezes my naked soul,
It slays me and my essence falls,
It drips towards the earth that is my prison,
In unholy terror i try to run,
But the end hovers close,
Now alone, my cry of fear falls on uncaring eyes,
This is Death
I enjoyed reading this dramatic poem about death. It was very descriptive & easily understood. Well done & thanks for sharing. Spiritsong
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very very freaky. and very very graphic. loved the descriptive nature of this poem. :)