There came a knocking on my door <br /> From a stranger with dark piercing eyes <br /> Who seemed so familiar to my mind <br /> And yet I did not recognise him. <br /> <br /> Asking for food and shelter <br /> He sat at my table and I fed him <br /> No word he spoke until he finished eating <br /> Then we sat before the fire warming ourselves. <br /> <br /> He talked into the early hours of the morning <br /> Speaking of secret things about myself <br /> Which I had thought only I did know <br /> Things that burdened and shamed the soul. <br /> <br /> He took my hand saying it was time <br /> And led me out into the darkness <br /> I knew him now to be Death <br /> And trembled afraid of where he was taking me.<br /><br />Colin Ian Jeffery<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/visitor-9/
