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The Time Of Seamless Black

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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`~