Visitor

There came a knocking at my door From a stranger with dark piercing eyes Who seemed familiar Yet, I did not recognize him. Asking for food and shelter He sat at my table and I fed him No word spoken until we finished eating Then sat before the fire warming ourselves. He talked into the early hours of the morning Speaking of secret things about me I thought only I did know Things burdened and shamed the soul. Taking my hand, saying it was time He led me out into the darkness I knew him to be Death and trembled Afraid where he was taking me.