When It Lingers

The air is brisk, though I know - it is May

I was certain that he would be gone

I don't care any longer what people say

I've seen him standing out there, on my lawn

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I was certain that bad dream had ended

the nightmare had all gone away

I find I'm still trapped here, suspended

he's standing there holding a bouquet

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A sign of peace? Highly unlikely

maybe they're meant to put on my grave

To catch a glimpse of him now, is unsightly

his presence proves - I can no longer be saved

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The smile that he wears, is deceiving

evil comes in a blanket of snow

The horror that he just keeps weaving

no-one knows how long it will go

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This time of year, we should enjoy flowers

but he has stolen the joy from my soul

My happiness he will devour

with his black eyes of coal, all aglow