*(The events depicted in this poem are based on real life events taken from the poet's autobiography.).


Paranormal Pastiche

Into this world I, too, was born
touched; was born with the hand of God
upon my crown: a son of scorn
who fled to the rich land of Nod,
a land of hope (and the sweet corn);
of much to curse; and much to laud.

With angels, I witnessed lightning
fall from the sky—held their power
in my little hands tightening!
(But hatred was an evil flour
that had risen in the ripening
of life at its tenderest hour.)

But never mind! O, But dare I
catch a glimpse of the Grim Reaper
(the angel of death who stood by);
and into its shroud peer deeper,
into its face long before I die
as its departed, dead sleeper!?




Poetry by Ngoc Nguyen The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-07-19 at 01:47

Tags God  Reaper  Supernatural 

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