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I was in the tomb of the darkest night 
The room small and the walls well of age 
The sand under my feet incised fiercely like angry desert scorpions 

In that darkest night 
Left alone in the jaws of fear 
Beyond what I couldn't see the only friend left was what I could feel 

Then I felt something or someone closing in on me 
The darkness thickened 
Chocked me like the smoke of a wild fire 
My defences fell and I gave in to the pangs of dispair 
But then my heart jolted
I snapped out of the agonizing slumber 
But it was just a dream 

But then I meditated death 
The moment I will breath my last 

Death 
The unerring Hunter of life
As calm as lake Oku 
But with the sting of a scorpion

Death 
As dangerous as the bermanda triangle
The visitor who never knocks 
But invits himself in

Could I be friends with death,
Shearing a meal with smiles but without sobs?

But then I know 
That silence will come 
When movenment won't be a possibility
But all will be stillness as spikes 
And life reduced to coldness as ice.

By Magnus Yuven