Horrifically Lovely Short Stories and Poems

Mortem

When Death came knocking at my door

I asked what for

Nothing much, just your hand

I'd rather swallow sand

So Death turned away and said another day.

When Death came knocking at my door

I asked why he came before

Nothing much, just your soul

I'd rather be buried in a hole

So Death turned away and said another day.

When Death came knocking at my door

I asked what for

Nothing much, just your heart

I'd rather be carried away in a cart

So Death turned away and said another day.

When Death came knocking at my door

I sighed, where was the war

Nowhere near, just across the bay

I'd rather kneel down and pray

So Death turned away and took me today.