A poem written by me on 12/27/05 at 12:47 AM. Enjoy.

One More At Deaths Door

Something is lurking.

Evils been working.

Building up power,

To make grown men cower.

Their fear goes unmatched,

With some horror attached!

They weep and they run,

and some fire their gun!

Yet to no avail,

For death will prevail.

But you shouldn’t fear,

When demons grow near.

With no fear of death,

From dooms icy breath,

You could make it through,

(though there will be few.)

And if this should be,

You are simply lucky!

For your name won’t be missed,

When it’s next on his list…

Michael Gratis©

0
Liked it
Leave a Comment
comments powered by Disqus

Hi there!

Hello! Welcome to Authspot, the spot for creative writing.
Read some stories and poems, and be sure to subscribe to our feed!

Find the Spot

Loading