Poem about Dream of Death

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Deathly Dream

I had a dream last night.

Listen close to my plight.

Stranger came to my home,

Cloaked in black, he did roam.

 –

Calling out, knew my name.

Trembling now, not a game.

Truth dawns, striking vivid.

Hold resolve stand rigid.

 –

Death, come, I welcome thee.

From this world set me free.

Here don’t make me reside.

From this pain I must hide.

 –

Take my spirit, free soul,

Grant energy unroll.

Let spark from body leave.

Others for soul will grieve.

 –

Suddenly, from sleep woke.

Spell of doom, poof, was broke.

Unrest felt, of that dreamed

Appearance of death gleaned.

–                           – June Nash

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