On her head you would find a crown of bones
And in her eyes you would see your fate
The wind carries the echoes of her voice
From the flaming Hell to Heaven’s gate
…
You would lose your ground beneath your feet
As her smile would turn you pale and white
She would lead you to the darkest cave
Where there’s not a ray of light
…
She would clean up your sins for you
With the very hands that have played
A cruel trick on kings and clowns
Who at her feet are equal made
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The world will continue to be
But you will never be the same
When she opens up that book of hers
And calls out your name
…
Then she’ll come to get you
You’ll find her hand clutch your neck
And your soul will find a new home
For your body will lie amongst the wreck
Frank Solanki 
for me this is really harder to read then death itself, take your time get a good rest. thank you for your amazing blog
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Thanks for your read and comments. Appreciate it
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Welcome
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Thanks for your marvelous posting! I certainly enjoyed reading it, you might be
a great author.I will be sure to bookmark your blog and will
often come back someday. I want to encourage continue
your great posts, have a nice evening!
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Sounds like the Christmas Carol by Dickens. Marley in chains. A ghost forever dammed for his treachery to his employees. We sow. We reap. And always the Accountant with have justice.
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Great stuff. Just the right amount of dark in your words. Thanks for stopping by.
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Thank you for visiting Agnellusmirror. I’m glad you liked Chris’s post on Thanksgiving and Prayer. Do call again, and keep the ink, of whatever tint, flowing.
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Frank, wow! The words swirled around my brain and grabbed MY throat!! Thank you ❤
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Welcome. I’m delighted you liked my work. It’s encouragement like this, that keeps me going.
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Thank you for dropping by my blog. I like your work.
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Like this so much, the She is so powerful, dreadful, aweful (yes I mean it that way) very powerful
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Thanks a lot. It’s one of my earliest works. I’m glad you liked it
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Good stuff brother!
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Thank you. It’s one of my earliest works. I’m glad you liked it
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Thanks for stopping by and liking our squirrel/poetry post
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Lovely, just lovely!
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This is such a beautiful poem. Love it! Thank you for sharing 🙂
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Thank you, for seeing beauty in something so dark
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Well done Frank! Thanks for visiting my site.
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well – written frank… am a fan…
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Oh boy! You’re officially my first fan! You just made my day
I’ll try not to get carried away though
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A good week, full of joy, to promote your narrative poetry.
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Thanks for the encouragement
I’ll hope to improve myself all the time
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Thank you so much for liking my poem Ornery Cuss on my blog WordMusic. It was one of those I just HAD to write because nobody else seemed to be dealing with a subject very dear to my heart…and that nearly pissed me off! hahaha
Brent Kincaid
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Art always gets it’s due
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