A Stranger Came Calling And Death Was His Name. Comments

A stranger came calling the other day, he stood in the doorway and argued with me. Death was his name or so he did say, so I stopped him from coming right in, but as we argued, a trick he did play, although I was trying with all my might, to stop this intruder from leaving my sight, for when I did turned, all I that could see, was this shadowy figure, saying come, come with me.

Struggle to hold him I did try, all of my efforts were proved in vain, from stopping him taking my Love one away and then he did tell me something of a surprise, as he sat down beside me and looked in my eyes, he said no do not worry for this is no end, all I am doing is being a good friend. Just look at this Women who once stood so proud, can you not see all the trouble she is in, surely for goodness, am I not being kind, how could she not want all this misery to end, I bring an end to all the pain that she seen, so surly it is best now if she come with me.
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