That lifeless thing the living fear!

Death introduced himself
as a friend.
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W­hispers through the night,
shadows dance with delight
and gay merriment,
as darkness divides the light,
bent over a poor soul.

Broken, lost,
but never forgotten.

Life once was brooding and golly,
now gray and decayed,
popping at the seems (frayed).

Death introduced himself
as a friend, but you learned
a bit too late; Death is
a thieve, a stealer of soul’s.

Yet you took his hand.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton