A Tenebrific Fate
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Her final days, a mercilessly cold, never-ending night
Her eyes have grown so weary, always averting from the light
That used to burst within her. It has grown tragically dull
The bloomed flowers of her life is wilting as death comes to call
A terminally ill woman accepts her fate; embracing the dark
She's crossing the rubicon of doom; a journey so cold and stark
She lies dying, deeply submerged in depression's murky ocean
Scythe-wielding Grim Reaper lurks about as she lies devoid of motion
Her eyes sadder than a lonely moon, they bare no iota of spark
Moribund; her spirits, somber. Her sunny days; now charcoal dark
She hears the death-knell; a crow, outside, cawing of morbid dread
Her hopes and dreams have drowned in a well, soon she'll be dead
''T'' Contest, New or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Submission date: 11/07/2021
Word chosen: Tenebrific
Date originally written: 01/01/2019
Copyright © Edward Ibeh | Year Posted 2019
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