Word of Fear

by Chris David - Not entered

Death stands above me.
Death stands above me, whispering low;
I know not what into my ear
Of his strange language all I know is
There is not a word of fear.

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Date created: 1998-07-25 18:27:08
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:40:26
Poem ID: 50250

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