The hand of death soon knocks for us all. RD's post. · 5:54pm Jun 9th, 2014
There is a sound at the door, you go look and you see the Angle of darkness, and her husband, hand of death. You try to close the door, but you can't move, because you have fallen down, cold and dead.
Your family finds you, but say nothing. You try to speak, but no movement, no sound.
You soon discover that you can't open your eyes, but you hear the sound of all those who knew and loved you. You feel the tears.
The sound of the lid closing, darkness is once again, your company.
Down you go, to where you'll stay.
Down is where you'll rest.
The quietness of the cemetary leaves a feeling of peace.
Now you feel the tears that all shed later, remembering you.
Nothing you can do now, but let your sprit roam in the cemetary.
There you stay, and wait for the time to come back.
Hey guys. Shadow's been thinking about her dog a lot recently, and she's really down. Like, she's bawling her eyes out in the corner. She wanted to share this poem she wrote. But couldn't type anything else right now. So yeah, she's probably not going to post stories any time soon. Sorry about that. -----------R.D.
What she said. S.C.
