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I met Death, once.
And he was welcoming.
I smelled the blood
as it escaped from my body; as it ran from my wounds.
I tasted the salty tears
of which he kindly wiped from my face.
I felt his bony hands;
and they were like daggers that pierced my skin.
I watched as his dark cloak
engulfed me into a black nothingness.
In my suffering, I waited,
waited for his unforgiving clutch upon my soul.
I heard his rattling breath
as I drew my last.
I met Death, once.
And I welcomed him with open arms.
And he was welcoming.
I smelled the blood
as it escaped from my body; as it ran from my wounds.
I tasted the salty tears
of which he kindly wiped from my face.
I felt his bony hands;
and they were like daggers that pierced my skin.
I watched as his dark cloak
engulfed me into a black nothingness.
In my suffering, I waited,
waited for his unforgiving clutch upon my soul.
I heard his rattling breath
as I drew my last.
I met Death, once.
And I welcomed him with open arms.
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Oh hey look
I'm not dead
Oh and bonus points
A poem!
Just an idea. I don't particularly like it at the moment, but I definitely have some ideas to improve it at a later date.
Constructive criticism appreciated C:
Thanks,
Hawkie
Writing and idea/s (c) me [Hawkfeather-WaveClan]
I'm not dead
Oh and bonus points
A poem!
Just an idea. I don't particularly like it at the moment, but I definitely have some ideas to improve it at a later date.
Constructive criticism appreciated C:
Thanks,
Hawkie
Writing and idea/s (c) me [Hawkfeather-WaveClan]
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Nice. Dark, but nice