Contributor: Ken Allan Dronsfield

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Death moves along
with a fiendish gait;
as destiny stalks all
whilst planning your fate.
Time draws near
for the scythe to appear;
Hear the wailing yowl
while trembling with fear.
Absolve your loss through
a blackened shadowed cross.
You cherish all the hate;
then cheapen the wait;
adrift within delusional lies
and distorted pious faith.
The Reaper awaits his prize
just beyond your frantic cries.


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Ken Allan Dronsfield is a Published Poet from New Hampshire. He enjoys writing from the dark side. His published work can be found at numerous print venues.