Escorted by Death
Knowing that the end is near,
sealing absence of my fear
tuning out all so I'll hear
when Death has called my name
Seeing that my time has come,
I turn away from rising sun
remembering when life was fun
as Death has called my name
And now I take his icy hand
He leads me to his darkened land
where condemned souls are all but banned
now Death has scratched my name
I love this poem. It puts me in mind of Poe's 'The Raven', with the final stanza sending a shiver down the spine. The change from 'called' to 'scratched' is a wonderful touch. This poem is a real privilege to read. S :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hey i clicked on your name cause you commented on one of my poems, and i love your poem, its great, psh who says teenagers can't write good poetry right? 10 all the way