Monday, March 1, 2010


At the gates of eternity
Lies a sinister hope
The promise of longevity

I revel in my lack of fear
Too long have I suffered
This will surely be my year

The secret lies in me
He shall come during the night
Maybe I will offer him a cup of tea

Whisk me away he shall
In this cold wintery night
Come morning, all will be quiet and dull.

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