And you know

Yes you know, you know whatever they say 

When it comes your time to go 

The fear of those demons is floating up, away 

Your soul is learning to make it’s peace will show 

Fair slender hands as it steals your life again. 

Have you been before you wonder or do you really care 

It seems everyone wants you to think of things 

You’d rather keep, never share 

So you hold it close in skeletal grip while the ice inside increases 

Yes you know, you know whatever they say 

When it comes your time to go 

Worlds ahead they matter more than whether breathing ceases

And so my friend I watch you as you shrink from nothing 

Fulfilling your own prophesy by giving death your word of honour 

And showing him he has no sting 

Keeping till the very last your darkness so there is no clamour 

No grand following, or exodus for that was your farewell 

You knew, you knew it was your time to say things in your fashion 

You said with such passion

As no other ever can, my friend, my friend you know.

Ailsa

©AilsaCawleyPoetry2016

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Author: ailsacawley

I have written since I can remember. First inspired by the wonderful stories of Roald Dahl, the Brothers Grimm etc. I adore myths and magic of all sorts, though I read so many genres it's impossible to classify it all!! Some of my poetry is truth with a healthy (or unhealthy depending on your view!),dose of magic and fiction and others are pure fiction. I'll leave you to decide for yourself which those are! Please stop by and enjoy and glad to make your acquaintance. Feel free to leave a comment 🙂

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