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[aid] => mick
[title] => A Date With Death
[time] => 2005-04-19 15:42:42
[hometext] => I had a REALLY weird dream last night...and I felt compelled to write this...
[bodytext] => I felt the chill of the night air As the day drifted away And I froze when his hand touched me Saying, "Come with me this way." He took me to the countryside And I danced among the flowers We were frozen there in time Caught in the twilight hours Then he took me to my past My old house along the coast And everything was still there Even my childhood ghost "Are you the ghost of Christmas past?" I asked my shadowed friend "No," was all he would reply Our conversation came to an end The journey continued even so Now we were back in my hometown Time was still frozen here No movement, no sound But in my head the scenes played Of people living in the moment So I asked, "The ghost of Christmas present?" But answer me he wouldn't And so we came unto a graveyard "I don't want to be here sir." But he just pointed to a grave As if he had not heard "I'm not ghost of Christmas child," His voice came loud and strong "But read what's written there, Tell me, who has gone?" As I sat in front of that headstone Trying hard to read My vision just got worse and worse I was crying hard, you see That headstone was my very own It bore my name upon it And with it the wordes also read "Coming but no one saw it." "This is what happens," my grave friend spoke "When you won't tell people what's wrong. See these people mourn over you Not knowing why you're gone. They had no way to prepare, And no way to plan, On how it would feel to lose you To nature's cold, cruel hand. Now run back home and tell them all, For I will come too soon, But give them a chance to prepare, Before you meet your tomb. For dear child I am no ghost, Nor an angel at any rate, Have you not guessed yet? I'm death, everyone's fate." As quickly as he came he was gone, But his message stick in my mind. So here's my way of telling you, I'm leaving you behind. You all know that I've been sick, But didn't want you to worry too great, But now I know I must prepare you, For Death adn I's next date. [comments] => 6 [counter] => 265 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Kie-Kie [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 20 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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