In Winter (2016)
Death, the stalking specter
Beckoned from the woods
I lit my final candle
and waited as I should
Its claw was soft as velvet
Its gaze was eagle keen
I seldom knew what entities
Would come pollute my dreams
And so I calmly waited
The moment but a straw
So thin and dry and useless
Against time's gaping maw
There was no need for fighting
There was no shrewd retort
The cancer shrugged it shoulders
And I was then no more
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