And when the light <br />at the far end <br />of Hope street <br />silently slips over the horizon <br />you nearly feel the icy blast <br />that pushed its way <br />through floor boards <br />seeking you <br />with its rigor mortis eyes <br />and its greedy talons. <br />It knows no mercy <br />and it sucks <br />the very breath <br />so shallow now <br />and then, <br />a grand finale <br />it blows its horn <br />and snuffs the spark <br />that once was you. <br />Dead calm. <br />The deed is done, <br />it matters little <br />that all death <br />is murder.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-death-knows-no-mercy/
