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A Date With Death

Contributed by Kie-Kie on Tuesday, 19th April 2005 @ 03:42:42 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



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.




Copyright © Kie-Kie ... [ 2005-04-19 15:42:42]
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Re: A Date With Death (User Rating: 1 )
by inoc on Tuesday, 19th April 2005 @ 04:30:54 PM AEST
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I really loved this kie-kie...your dream has a special meaning for all of us....thanks for sharing it....a long yet 'drawing' poem...I loved it!~
cheers!~


Re: A Date With Death (User Rating: 1 )
by Overstated on Tuesday, 19th April 2005 @ 05:13:24 PM AEST
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A chilling write... loved the lines '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."' thoght they captured the poems intense nature. superbly done


Re: A Date With Death (User Rating: 1 )
by loveisendless on Tuesday, 19th April 2005 @ 11:35:15 PM AEST
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THAT WAS SO COOL! I DON'T WANT YOU LEAVING US ANYTIME SOON!! IT WAS SO EASY TO PICTURE WHAT YOU WROTE,& FEEL THE CHILL IN THE WORDS IT SPOKE!!!

DAN!!!!


Re: A Date With Death (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Wednesday, 20th April 2005 @ 08:49:08 AM AEST
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This was awsome. You deffinitly held your reader not only captive but in awww. Very well done.


Re: A Date With Death (User Rating: 1 )
by Justingunshin on Sunday, 24th April 2005 @ 02:43:15 AM AEST
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Very good poem!, kept me wanting to read line to line, and next, very into detail


Re: A Date With Death (User Rating: 1 )
by Vampirequeen on Sunday, 24th April 2005 @ 06:00:32 AM AEST
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Dont you dare leave us kie kie.
this write is very deep and sad.
very well written.awsome job.




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