Death Comes
Death comes in the shape of a maiden
To take me to eternal abode in tresses
Oh life offer me the wine in eternal tin
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A highly imaginative poem nicely and touchingly shared. Thanks for sharing.
Who can resist a poem with a first line like that? Death comes in the shape of a maiden! I wondered where you would go from there, but you chose a line of thought that would not ruffle the maiden hearts of PH too much.
Thanks Seamus O Brian