Sinner's Visit From Death

Whence the reek, the sombre clouds? Those of billows gargantuan; Of storms immense, blushing black, Wishing sought of me to assess? And have I passed? I have? Hence I hear a knock on oak; Unwelcomed, dullened cloak Flowing dourly - it was a bitter breeze. ‘Have you mulled my sins? ' I ask. ‘Have you seen my impotence - Though observe destruction at mine hands? Forgive me, I am but Man.' ‘And are not sinners forgiven? ' I excuse, ‘Hence forgiveness avoids me of Hell? Must my Demons of Sin revisit eternally And reflect back on me to suffer well The synergy of vengeance and wrath? Are you not now pitying of my terror? See my withering, regretful flesh - Feel you not my tardy repentance? ' But Death just focused his stare, That which pierced my pulseless heart, For I was empty of remorse in all my years. He knew that - and led me away. Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009 Death death death Death death death death death Death death death death death death death Death death death death death death death death Death death death death death death death Death death death death death Death death death