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Death Land Close by Keaton Foster Above, Below, A raven Floats, A bird Of yore, A message Galore. Death Lands close, Right here, Right now, Within reach. Yours, Not mine. Let me see Deeper still. Let me peer Into one’s eyes. Let me find What most Won’t seek. Pierce my heart, Enter this mind, Infect my life With a truth About an end That I’ll face, One I’ll believe. Fate and faith, One and the same. God and the devil, Two of a kind, Friends, not mine. Death lands close. Don’t fly away, Don’t soar anymore. Let me see What will And must be. I have no fear, I am not afraid. Two similar things, Not quite the same. At some point, Most, One must accept That which is And has been. Fate, Not just a word, Not just an ideal, But for me What is most real. Dark is the coat, Feathers like silk, Eyes like jewels, Blackened stones, A ghostly abode Devoid of a soul. Astute Within meaning, Defining All purpose. The weight carried Aloft, higher above, Is far greater still Than any burden We have come to feel. You are very real, And now I know Why what is real Feels most like home. I’m ready to go, To leave what is here For what is not Or won’t ever again be. Fear is what I have felt, And why I must ask this. What I wish to know: Death, Land close, Within all reach, Within what is true, And how I have always felt, And what I want to feel. Nothing sounds empty, But everything known To me now Is colder still… Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2008-2023 |