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I am summoned, in the dark of night,

Was it a voice from the past, present or future?

I do not know, but the pull is too strong to resist.



The moonlight guides my way

as I step out onto the lawn.

The French doors open mysteriously.

The cool evening breeze

weaves my sheer nightgown  

around my feet.

The heavy mist obscures my view

of the lonely shore line

with its waves calling me.



As I walk towards the water.

The dark cloak of the reaper

is the only shape

I can make out through the fog.  



He has at last summoned me to him.

His green eyes glow in the dark

Moonlight sparkles off of his silver scythe.  



He welcomes me into his arms

with a cold embrace.

With a smile on y lips

I join with him and his realm.