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Day Of My Death | Poem

I think of my day of death,

Alone, left-out, tortured,

I’ll die in darkness,

I was born in darkness,

Deathra, come tonight,

See the wind’s spreading loneliness,

Hug me to bring me alive.

The moon and the stars,

Call me by their side,

I’m lone and dying,

Deathra, smile at me,

I feel to laugh.

I forget my own darkness,

Nothing left in me then,

I call you, my mistress,

Deathra, make me scream,

I feel t be close once again!

©sjwordsmith

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