Posted by: Ron DuBour | July 2, 2015

Death Beckons~by Norman Wilson



Death Beckons

Dying hot embers warming old hope
Crying outwards, hanging on a rope
Grave bordered in chrysanthemums
Glow on a headstone faded in sun

Death beckons but once in a lifetime
Asking all that follow to wait in line
Do not rush to him, the one who waits
Pick your poison then check the date

Feel the hurt oozing from within hell
Rising upward from within your cell
Black birds sit high upon brimstone
Plucking, picking, on torso and bone

For evil does follow new souls down
Through gates guarded by hellhounds
Hates waits for those on the end rope
With hot embers and no offer of hope

all rights reserved 06/17/15
Norman Francis

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