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Sonnet on Death
This is an ekphrasis on L'Agonie by Felicien Rops.
Sonnet on Death
Demons clutch at your rib-cage ladder
Grasping the arteries, choking your veins
Your bones are now fragile and ready to shatter
Oh dear, you're looking quite pale.
Your bloodless skin is as thin as paper
With cavities where worms slither in.
A struggling heart still resisting the Taker
...Friday 25th January 2013 7:53 pm
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