I lay beside the near stranger In the darkest of the night speaking words for him to hear as death crept close in between I hoped to stay his seeking hand in a grip that could prevent encroachment of the hooded one eager to take what all will give.
"It is not your time my new friend this beast will take you in the end but it not need be this very day please turn from him, this I pray"
In their eyes I saw the fear the dread of living on the edge when all of life is too much the good in things far out weighed what could I say to save this soul? bid Reaper go on this chill night that others wait for his call not this stranger shivering in my arms.
"Hold on my friend, please frustrate the leap to realms beyond this place I know they call with deepest balm this siren call beyond the veil"
I feared my words were hollow shells cast into the deepest well lost from sight as gloom progressed surrounding us with ill intent once more I rallied forth not content to say no more a last proclaim I would extoll to break the curse taking hold.
"You are loved above all else by God above and all your friends turn back the end, this doom you seek so you and I will meet the dawn"
I'll tell you this in last stanza I don't know if I was heard for in that moment the stranger fell taken down by his own gun I did not know him very well but he and I were the same the end took him as it did me I was no more by the same shell.
I write a poem a day, and have done so since September 2014. My poems are all on http://kokopelle.dreamwidth.org/. Here is the poem I wrote for 01/25/17.