Colin Ian Jeffery - VISITOR

There came a knocking on my door
From a stranger with dark piercing eyes
Who seemed so familiar to my mind
And yet I did not recognise him.

Asking for food and shelter
He sat at my table and I fed him
No word he spoke until he finished eating
Then we sat before the fire warming ourselves.

He talked into the early hours of the morning
Speaking of secret things about myself
Which I had thought only I did know
Things that burdened and shamed the soul.

He took my hand saying it was time
And led me out into the darkness
I knew him now to be Death
And trembled afraid of where he was taking me.

Colin Ian Jeffery

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