The Visitor
In the galleries and hallways of Hell
at the first fading of the light...
I have met you each night
As soon as I lay down my head upon my bed
…you are back from your realm of the dead
What it is that you seek…is no lesson for the meek...
entreating and begging me to change places with you
...all through the night until the dawn’s morning dew
I can’t understand…even though I have grown much older
I did not even know you...you were just an enemy soldier
It seems in the galleries and hallways of my Hell
I have come to know you …oh...so very well...
©Faye Sizemore 3/30/04
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