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Well, I've Met Death At His Invitation, Ever

At the ready, I......

Even helped, to share his pain.

An..... 

I've seen places, that, I don't want..... to see again.

Oft I see, a row of ghosts, waiting...... in a line.

Though the child in me, knows no fear.

For am I not, although alone....still, here .....?

While others, all round about me. 

Have all,.....long gone.

And yet, I still remain ?

Though

I have a tiredness, within my soul, 

that mere sleep, can't cure.

For you see.....

I speak with those, 

you can not see, but I, oft hear.

On dark nights.... 

As they scream out,....... in pain.

I miss, what I can't have.

And I miss it, each ....... 

And every, single .......... day. 

There was a sweetness.... in her, taste. ....

That I savoured.

That I thought, that.... I might ever know.

As once bitten, it dids't linger.

The juice,from thon, forbidden fruit . 

While, I never met, Undine.

I often wonder, of my own soul, of.....whether, it'd been stolen.

Or whether.

I ever, 

even 

......had one?

Giajl © Jim Love