In my dream, I was lost
As I wandered in the frost.
I was roaming around a graveyard
That seemed to be my backyard.
There were gravestones everywhere
That suddenly came out of nowhere.
Different names written on the stones
Which gave me chills to my bones.
Then, someone called out those names;
A man who's engulfed in flames.
The names came out of their graves,
Moaning souls of forgotten slaves.
The burning man was shrouded in black
He holds a scythe on a horseback.
The man in darkness was named Death,
To him I released a surprised breath.
I was noticed by the reaper of grim
And he told me to follow him.
He brought me to a grave with no name,
Declaring to me my unfinished game.
My name was not yet written there,
It was the only thing of which I was aware.
He told me to leave that lonely place
Since I still have a life that I must embrace.
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Notapoem
PoetryA book that contains my old and recent poems that shares different thoughts and emotions. The book was planned to contain one hundred pieces of written poetry to be considered as a successful work.
