Swift as a sparrow
It pierced your heart
That retched arrow
Has played its part
It made the blood run
Down your front and back
You couldn't see the sun
As your body went slack
You lay on the ground
With narrowing breaths
You are surely bound
To walk a path with Death
I don't want you to leave
But you have to
Your last breath you heave
As I hold you
You have left me
And all that is left is a body
Your soul is free
I hope that you'll be happy
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The Death Poems: Collection 2
PoetryThe second collection of poems about darkness and evil. This collection will have everything from zombies to nightmares. Collection 3 is now published, so please check that one out as well.