Death came knocking at my door the other night. <br />It's not the first time he's come. <br />Twice he managed to sneak into the house <br />To squat there in some dark corner. <br /> <br />The first time he stayed for six months, <br />But he stole the splendour from the castle walls <br />And slowly, slowly he sucked the blood from Ondine's body. <br /> <br />The second time he stayed a year <br />He slowly stole everything light and lovely. <br />I watched my darling boy crumble away <br />Piece by piece, until he wasn't there anymore. <br /> <br />Death has tried to get in on other occasions. <br />But when I heard the knocking I closed my ears <br />Buried my head under the blankets <br />Hid under the table. <br />I would never answer the door. <br /> <br />But now he has come again, knocking, knocking... <br />And this time he is knocking at the door of my heart. <br />And now he has grabbed what he came for and gone, <br />Taking the sweetness of my life with him.<br /><br />Nim Lee<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-came-knocking/
