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I Met a Man Under the Moon

"It was like He was waiting for me..."

By SHOOK👀Published 7 years ago • 1 min read
An Emily Dickinson Pastiche...

I met a Man under the moon

It was like He was waiting for me,

A Scythe in hand- a White Lily too

Held out so I could see

And as He took my hand-with much Velocity

We stroll through the streets,

Evanescent silhouettes passing around us,

But still we kept going

We passed children, playing all around

The world grasped them-

Their youthful laughter filled the streets,

Until the sun went down

A fire shone ahead of us, but still we went on

The fierce fire flickering with the wind-

His repugnant robe rustled,

My fitting frock blew too,

And as we got closer

The fire seized to shine-

Flickering ever so slightly-

The flame- no longer shines

Coldness soon followed- forever- but yet

The night turned back to day-

Lightness followed slowly behind,

But I will remember him for eternity

sad poetry

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