Deaths cold embrace

Icy breath

Numb fingertips

Chest tightening

Like a lovers final embrace

Fading words

Ringing in your ears

 

A ghostly shadow

Lingers forth

A look of grimace and malice

Coming into focus

A skeletal figure

Covered only by black silk robes

 

Lifes nemesis

And a dying mans wish

 

Heartbeat slows

As his shadow shortens

You feel his presence

 

Satans right hand man beckons you

Falling to your knees 

Begging for time

As you feel his breath on your face

 

His now outstretched hands near

Gripping and releasing the air

 

His icy fingers grip

Your shoulders

So smooth

 

This is the final embrace

And it is His 

 

 

Reviews

[Calypso]

Wonderful and correct metaphor

[Coyote Poetry]

When Death come. Not easy to run. A powerful poem. I like how you described his appearing and taking of the soul. Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote

[Fenner]

Really good, creepy and sinister. Like it! :)

[Short.Nerd]

Nice!

[Jimmy Toots]

Outstanding!

[Chris Smith Welshpoetcs]

This chills straight to the bone, definitely one of your best.

[Riku]

I like the poem alot.... but the way you have it broken up almost upsets the flow.

-- This is the final embrace and it is His--
i love that line

[Michael Mwachofi]

What an epicly dark-ish piece you've come up with here.

"Lifes nemesis
And a dying mans wish"

Darkly done!

[Brad]

whoah, man, that was blacktastic

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Perfectly bleak and soundless emotion, the flow grabs the reader straight away and guides them to victory, very well written, well done.