The Stranger

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“Death in Time” by Beatrix Rolan (2011)

The following is a poem I wrote about death (always a favourite subject of mine).  Written on the 24th June 2016.


The Stranger

Who is this dead man standing at my gate?
Of they who roam in the gloam,
And nightmares make.
Why is this visage grim and soulless husk,
A lingering sentinel in gathering dusk?
And of mine, chosen threshold,
Does he silently busk.
Where lies thy grave, where dwelt thou prior?
Who saved your bones from funeral pyre?
On path to mine, thou cannot tread,
No invite here, icon of dread.
Away with yourself, cold loitering thing,
Into the night with the chill you bring.
Who was that dead man standing at my gate?
He who shuns the sun,
And nightmares make.

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