Death Came Knocking Poem by Nim Lee

Death came knocking at my door the other night.
It's not the first time he's come.
Twice he managed to sneak into the house
To squat there in some dark corner.

The first time he stayed for six months,
But he stole the splendour from the castle walls
And slowly, slowly he sucked the blood from Ondine's body.

The second time he stayed a year
He slowly stole everything light and lovely.
I watched my darling boy crumble away
Piece by piece, until he wasn't there anymore.

Death has tried to get in on other occasions.
But when I heard the knocking I closed my ears
Buried my head under the blankets
Hid under the table.
I would never answer the door.

But now he has come again, knocking, knocking...
And this time he is knocking at the door of my heart.
And now he has grabbed what he came for and gone,
Taking the sweetness of my life with him.