Red billows all aorund me.
Bubbles rising up.
Faces coming close
Curious.
I should be sinking,
But something holds me.
They pull and rend -
and feast.
I'm dinner now -
My eyes for Dessert.
15 March 2004
This one was inspired by the following poem:
My Time?
by Graeme Roberts
I see you there.
A ghostly figure,
leaving the mist,
Walking with a purpose,
Walking for me,
your black cloak,
Too heavy for the wind,
The hood up over your head,
Making your eyes invisible,
My eyes narrow,
My hand grips the hilt of my sword,
A weapon appears in your hand,
A wooden staff,
A metal blade,
Your famous toy,
My sword unsheathed,
Your eyes glowing red,
Are you hear to collect me?
Take me to your other world?
I have just one thing,
To you my dear Reaper,
Bring it on...
