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The Night I Died
The night the grim reaper came
He swings me over the raging sea
Taunting death to my very soul
To put end to my immortality
Hovering between light and darkness
Where eternity has just begun
Desperate and uneasy
Make amends for life to come
Fettered to his rapacious claw
Fear grips my soul within
Can it tear itself from the clutches?
Its own web from its entrails spin
When eyes meet far off
Aware our sense is such?
That spider like we feel
The softest and gentlest touch
Souls are deep like the ocean
Pass through the abysmal dark
Its secret unfathomable centre
A heavenly flame that vital spark
With strength of will break free
On swift wings the despot fled
Back to hunt some poor soul
And devour the newly dead!
Beryl McMullen
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