I am the last thing that dying eyes see
I take their hand, then their fading souls
Heaven, Hell, whichever it be
Told by Fate's unerring scroll.
In their time of dying
They always say "no"
Pleading, crying
They won't go.
I am the last thing that dying eyes see
Gently I soothe and kindly I Reap.
- J.J.
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A Collection Of Supernatural Poems
PoetryThis is just a collection of poems I decided to put together. I didn't write any of these poems and will give all credit to the authors if I possible, and I apologize ahead of time if I cannot find your name. If your poem is included in the collecti...
