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Author Name: Freealiopterix 2 Comments
Date Added: February 15, 2014 23:02:01 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Death's Messenger

Death's Messenger

Death's winged messenger flies in

To pluck you from your pain-filled sleep;

Though close to death you cling to life

Despite the agonies you bear

And so you sleep perchance to dream;

Escape the trials of waking hell

And so come you to dreamworld now

But something ill this way here comes

You feel it in your limbs at first

Though fast asleep imagine you;

A shaking then heart palpitates

Blood courses round your body fire

Then when you look you see yourself

And then the messenger arrives...

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Comment By: Freemaggie lopez sherry wilbur on February 19, 2014 06:46:46 PM Report
this is really a great write intriguing . I read a fairy tale the other day called the mother. it was about death and how this mother was not ready to hand over her sick child to him yet and fought her way to deaths home where he tends  gods gardens. she tried to threaten death that she would destroy two of his plants if death did not give her back her child so death told her before you do this let me explain that those two plants are souls of two children  let me show you gods plans for them . one was a child living a healthy wonderful life while one was a child living a healthy but hard life . then he explained one of these children is yours i can not tell you which one but none the less they still are two children who get second chances in life .  the mother  in fear she was about to  rip her own childs soul out and kill it refrained and begged that the  well off child be hers that she loved her child enough either way that he would not ever suffer  and she went home . your poem reminds me alot of the mother before she spoke to death . beautiful and intriguing . Always maggie.

Comment By: Freenoah count on February 16, 2014 09:01:17 AM Report
Well then, keep a bottle of baby aspirin next to your night stand, and when that "bad feeling" happens: stand up (do not lie back down), chew a couple (probably should call an ambulance), and tell that messenger to bug off.


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