TWILIGHT OF MY DEMISE
In the ague of the crisp cool fall of darken night
Your bland attitude of concern was for my fright
In my aloof state I did feel a scary great slow chill
While you and I held each other in the foliage still
Talking of my death to come in the grove upon the hill
Trying my best to prime your response to my demise
As the beautiful spring did rush rampantly and rise
Then you held me close in my twilight as I cried
Background by Margaret
By MARGARET L. SCHOOLCRAFT GRAY
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