My Swarthy Bane

Member since 2003 · Posted 13 Aug 2004 · Edited 15 Aug 2004 · 3 comments

Death knelt before the windowsill in silence A heavy rain beating fairly upon its head The utterance of a selfless prayer For Death lives in immortalized devotion And as I lie in trepidation Sickness eroding my memory Death enters uninvited But it is no longer unwelcome This fleeting glance at life Offers no time for reparation And as I look into Death's face I finally see it as my own

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[7] Dovina 15-Aug-04/3:55 PM Reply

The last 2 verses could stand better alone. Try leaving out "it is"

[n/a] MacFrantic 15-Aug-04/8:12 PM Reply

thanks, this much I-------------------------------I

[9] Dan garcia-Black 17-Aug-04/8:15 AM Reply

Death looks like my ex-mother-in-law to me. But each of us has our own boogie(sic) man we see, now that Rick James is dead.