Submitted by Magia on
The dread cloaked figure slithers in from the edges of the shadows of my room -
It spreads out its bony fingers as its embrace sends chills through my body -
I experience intense consciousness knowing my hour is limited to minutes -
Its sunken eyes inspect my pallid vesture as I lie growing ever still.
I am falling in love with the expectation;
Its carress is the last I will feel.
I smile, seemingly content with my fate -
It smiles, content with its prize -
Its hand swallows up my trembling hand -
My vestments are ghostly white catching the wind;
I am lifted upward lighter than air -
The sky becomes the earth , the earth hell.
I close my eyes and cross my limp hands over my chest -
I am content with my grave,
The time of seamless black.
Happy Samhain
~`Magia`~
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