When Death Came Knocking Poem by Nichole Kaci McKnight

Death once came a knocking upon my door, so I cried in great distress.
The Reaper was a woman in a silky black dress.
She beaconed for me to follow her from my soft bed.
I held steadfast my ground while I fought for my life upon my soft bed.
I said to the Reaper, I will not die or go with you today.
She said: I did not come to discuss life with you today.
She said: I'm the Reaper, I will decide deaths time.
I told her: Please go away, I’m not ready to die at this time.
Then the Reaper contemplated about my demise.
She allowed me to live, I felt a huge reprise.
The Reaper said she would return for me in the near future.
To take me in death and to far away places like Jupiter.
So, after she left I silently vowed that the day the Reaper finally comes calling again, I will not go gentle into that great night, I will fight my death with the greatest of zeal.
I will fight the Grim Reaper and my death with both tooth and nail, until I can no longer take just one more breath, then I will die never to feel again; The great joy of living and all of its' glorious appeal.