Alicia Gordon Poems
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A Meeting With Death
'How you die, ' black Death states,
'does not determine what awaits.'
I return in a weary breath,
'I will not be one to fear distress!
My death shall pardon my last few sins.
My death shall determine if I lose or I win.'
'But why granted child, ' Death questions, displeased.
'Would you not prefer a quick death with little but ease?
The pain is scarce, the knowledge is dim.
And my promising soul, It isn't so much as grim.'
The fire burns within, the pleading of this dark fool.
But by the power of God my heart ...