Behold A Pale Stranger Poem by David Harris
Behold A Pale Stranger
Behold a pale stranger
with white skeletal arms.
A blood red dance
in a mask of death.
Behold a pale stranger
with a cross of misgiving,
a staff of virginal white,
and arms crossed on his chest.
Behold a pale stranger
with a message of pending doom.
A white stallion
with headless rider.
Behold a pale stranger,
an empty shell of life.
7 January 1982
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4/23/2024 3:15:48 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Is he a stranger, because we are always destined to meet.. Will he be unwelcome or a blessed release...?