Charise M. Thompson

(Cheyenne, WY)

Death's Messenger

I've kissed the lips of Death's Messenger
And been given my place in line -
So in a world where each child is a star,
This star will no longer shine.

Death's Messenger held out his hands to me
And he was one I could not resist -
So now I wait till my number is called,
And this life that I've lived will desist.

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