the stranger arrives,
his voice almost remembered,
his smell like rain,
and something else.
his soft insistent knock
rings like a bell,
his hand on the knob...
can you hear?
the sound of his footfall....
tis but death come knocking...
he brings no baggage.
will you open the door?
with a nod to Edgar Allan Poe, for inspiration, on this one!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Spooky. Really like this. Death comes for us all in the end.