The shadows creep behind me
watching my every move
he is here
the delieverer of death
pon my door step he awaits
disemboweling my soul with a glance
I hide from his sight
lock the doors, and roll down the blinds
he smells my fear
appearing behind me
he swings his sythe into my back
ripping down my spine
I see images as I slowly dropp to the ground
my beloved,
where are you? why have you not reutrned to me?
I feel the touch of Death on my neck
I hear the cries of the Raven
Death whispers to me
'It is too late'.
I feel so cold, so lost
then I see her, my beloved wife
there is nothing but us
I ask her ' why, why did you take your life? '
she holds me close
'I was too afraid to live.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem