The cold knock at my door

The inevitable

Once upon a night so dreary.

I sat alone in my bed all weary.

The shadows danced across the room.

Their haunted figures on my wall did loom.

The winds outside cried in lament.

It howled with anguished soul twisted and bent.

Knocking, knocking, knocking at my door.

Thump, thump, thumping footstep on my floor.

I will never rise to greet you at the threshold.

I knew you would come as I was told.

Clad in black with skeletal hands out stretched.

Attempts to escape were too far fetched.

I knew of this day and ran away,

But you did come anyway.

I couldn’t buy life with any sum.

My time is up and Death has come.

Reviews

[FeliciaS (Poetic Prince..]

wow..awesome!

[Jersey]

I like the way you wrote this, it makes it easy for someone to picture the descriptions and probably see things the way you intend them (or their verison of it anyhow).