For I am DeathA Poem by Melissa Kester
Out of the darkness, I will come
When your life is over and done. Out of the gloom, will I emerge To give you peace, to give you purge. Out of your memories you will see Someone you love, dear to thee. Out of this world, I will guide. Take my hand. In me, confide. Out of the air from your last breath I shall come, for I am death. © 2017 Melissa KesterReviews
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