Don't come knocking at my door,
I'll answer not, for evermore,
Unlike so many times before,
Now only shadows cross the floor.
Last night the reaper called my name,
My final act, a crying shame,
With no-one but myself to blame,
In life or death, it's all the same.
Don't come knocking at my door,
I'll answer not, for evermore.
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I love it! Its awsome :)
I love it! Its awsome :)
-Elfy*
Don't Come Knocking At My Door
Thank you.. Glad you enjoyed it.
The art of poetry is sculpting with words.
spooky.
spooky.
day dreamer
So Poe-esque
For any season - nice writing - Where did you go? Come back you. We need your wit on Postpoems - Lady A
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