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Most people by now know that I've made death my theme for January ... in doing so, I thought of this ... we have no clue when, where or how Death will come for us when it's time, but if it could speak to you, what would Death say
Poem, Prose or short-story ... What would the Devil say to you ... tag me in the comment section this way: @Danceinsilence ... otherwise I won't know you have done this.
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Silverhawk in Poetry & Free Verse

Suddingly death came

The feeling erased with the silence

blood on the core of night

diving into the deadly scène

perfect like Hangover Breath of wasted tide

the way our body Lets down

the vengeance of the word calling

i asume the stillness of blackness is near

i conceal the dungeance of a sad becomming

mountains where blood has flown above

the devils cage

inbetween the roth

of golden strangers deadly stranded down

left theres soul in satans claws

left the eyes in godly mind

to good to be true

the Devil returns to its questioned past

what can he reveal

what is left inside a corps it’s sailers draught

madman can conceal

the blue hands left to cradle

so what do i feel

from whats left over in my body

the night regain its harbouring affaire

with Life crumbling apart

my heart melts like glued staints

brazen with the thought

that im not hete anymore

that the wheel of feeling scattered from the Windows sky

the Devil grabed my hand

and explained to me the riddles to death

our blood Will be Coldplay at the end day

are mind Will consume heavens raven black soir

the sacceride wish Will aflate by becoming dreamy sick

me,lucifer

will become saint of morning birds

as your Breath Will drown

in my heart of black cristal hatred

you can say no more

until the morning sucked the juicy bodyflow

fragile Words become grimmige of night

a story blown into pieces

your feet ...float into the dream of nothingness

every morning adjurened

sunlight Weeping at the end

of the devil wings

nothingness remains now !

he sais

again an angel becomes

a demon of the crack in the moon .