A poem with a stranger.

death awaits lady fair.

You: hello

Stranger: hi

You: how's it going?

Stranger: not bad. you?

You: im a little chilly, but still sane, so its okay.

Stranger: I'm freezing, but my sanity is gone.

You: where has it fled?

Stranger: I know not.

You: will it take mine for companionship?

Stranger: How can anyone say no?

You: by the coldness of their hearts

Stranger: and the warmth of their desire

You: and the strength of their greed.

Stranger: there they stand yonder, feeling as love bleeds

You: and drips down their fingers, feeling alive as the warmth drains from their hand

You: s

Stranger: the scent of death then fills the air

You: and travels down the path, strangling the life away of a lady fair.

Stranger: farewell my noble girl farewell, it will be over soon

You: he said, as over her, death's flower blooms.

Stranger: from dawn to dusk the shadows loom

You: but from the bosom of coldness she does not wake

Stranger: her very soul it does now take

You: but even with this, Death's thirst refuses to to be slaked

Stranger: behold no shroud or slither of light, to avenge the dreadful sight

You: i personally believe this to be a fitting end. wonderful :D unless of course you have something else,if so i apologize for interrupting,my friend.

Stranger: much enjoyed

Author's Note

i was on omegle and came across this lovely person. i hope you like it, nothing is edited out or changed.

Reviews

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

enjoyed very much............