Poetry
Call from the other side
A voice said, "Cyanide or Hemlock?"
Just like we ask a guest, "Tea or Coffee?"
I replied, "No, thanks, I prefer to live"
The voice announced, "It's time;
Wave bye to life
And drink this potion of death". I questioned, "But why?"
The man laughed and answered,
"I collect souls;
You have been asked to give yours." Sadly I nodded my tired head;
For the very last time,
Me and my helpless eyes
Looked out the window; Life outside seems like...
Golden sunshine on a butterfly's back; Slowly I raised my heavy feet
And followed a mysterious shadow,
The shadow of all shadows;
The shadow where life terminates;
The shadow of a dark, pale curtain;
The shadow they called "death"!
Just like we ask a guest, "Tea or Coffee?"
I replied, "No, thanks, I prefer to live"
The voice announced, "It's time;
Wave bye to life
And drink this potion of death". I questioned, "But why?"
The man laughed and answered,
"I collect souls;
You have been asked to give yours." Sadly I nodded my tired head;
For the very last time,
Me and my helpless eyes
Looked out the window; Life outside seems like...
Golden sunshine on a butterfly's back; Slowly I raised my heavy feet
And followed a mysterious shadow,
The shadow of all shadows;
The shadow where life terminates;
The shadow of a dark, pale curtain;
The shadow they called "death"!
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