The Eternal Footman Poem by Christopher Howie

The Eternal Footman



At my door, he stands.
At my bed, he lands.
At my soul, he stabs.
At my heart, he grabs.

My last breath, he laughs.

Friday, November 7, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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