to me death came
sullen with rain,
the She of grave
and hold of pain
her scent was strong
of souls bereaved
her eyes of ash
her hair of wreath
she was not grim
not even sad
said not a word
just took my hand
her fingers soft
of heart's decay
my love had come
to take me away
profound such love
flowed through me
for in death's arms
I felt complete
she kissed of past
a life flashed by
upon her lips
I longed to die
but free she pulled
with hushed goodbye
then softly faded
into the night
alone I woke
alone I'm left
buried alive
with every
breath
-Kalynn Campbell
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