Death Ascended Poem by Pete Rivera

Death Ascended



Death coming
I'm ready for your touch
It's here
Moon shining
The dark combining
My fears

I'm one with the seraphs
I'm one with the seraphs
One with the seraphs
One with the seraphs...

And you, you are
Something strange
Unique, even
So, there
I hide myself from you

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