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This poem was written to describe the transition between life and death. The allure of a vampire... This is called 'Dust'


... Just listen.. fall into the trance that is me and I will guide you through the sweet and sensuous doors of Death. Come now. Mustn't be late.... For we have a date with fate...I am the Reaper with the ice cold chill of ignorant bliss. All you need do is .. Let yourself go.... Fall.. fall down into me.. I will guide you... sweet child..into a world without pain. Eternal beauty and reverence for all that has passed before you. Let me cradle you with arms of silver .. laced with the moon's sheen... into a world you will forever embrace with your sensibilities. Darkness... let it whisper, let it hypnotize you... feel it drag you... feel it choke you... feel the lasting sting in your eyes as they see their last of this insufferable waking world of brevity. Come with me now... my angel... fly upon the wings of desolation... may they bring you swiftly to the peace you now feel as your veins grow cold as Ice.. and curtain closes upon your naked form....For we return as once we came...

Dust...