I had neither time nor patience,
and this, I so relayed,
annoyance being the tone I used,
but still the stranger stayed.
I bid him sit, if stay he must,
offering him a chair,
this he declined, without a word,
but with a steely glare.
That chilled my bones to marrows core,
withering my very soul,
a shadow black as coal.
It was then I knew my time was his,
he’d called to still the hands,
to lead me from this mortal coil,
and to the promised lands.
So, silently I left with him,
my final breath a sigh,
of sadness that my life was done,
and this was my time to die.
(c) Copyright 2015 Gee
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