A Knocking Visitor Poem by Danzen D...

A Knocking Visitor

 


A Knocking Visitor

Time ago while I was napping
Dozing, weakly, I was sleeping
When I heard a gentle sound
Whisper, shout and then a pound

I woke up, a startled wake
'What is it? ' for Peter's sake
Till I saw a hooded face
Stands in what was empty space

Shrouded, dark, his face obscured
Yet cold grin I heard occurred
He was pale, was deathly white
He was wielding one sharp scythe

'It is time', softly I say
'It is time', I heard him say
'Make it quick', then filled me peace
Quick it was, made with such ease

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Lorena Cruz 24 August 2009

That would be wierd! ! I mean if death would knockk on your door.. wahaha

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Nashy Lamen 21 August 2009

FREAK! ... hahaha.. you were the one who wrote this poem? ? boasting on how nice it is... telling me it was made by julia.. but anyway.. it is really nice... the flow and rhyme.. I like it... continue writing... =)

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