Death Came Knocking

By Storm December

Disclaimer: This is MINE do NOT use without MY permission!

As I lay in bed asleep,

I hear a knock but no one speaks.

I know it’s Death for he has come,

To take me to the promise land.

I do not answer but yet I wait,

To see if He will take my fate.

He enters underneath the door,

Through the shadows on the floor.

He looks right through me in the night,

And freezes me there cold in fright.

He slowly moves up to my bed,

And lays his hand upon my head.

He sees my life of past and present,

And knows I have no future left.

And yet He glides away in part,

And leaves a promise in the dark.

©2004