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Fear Me Not

I was not born a killer
but I have known Death
as a friend
off to soldier a war with himself
as an unborn
laid to rest by his maiden
each wandering my mind hand-in-hand
In the sixty seven dark days of Barrow

I was not born a killer
but I have tasted Death
at first the shiver of vinegar
now the sweet palate of fine wine
followed by a chocolate dipped berry
each filling the belly of my soul
with a hunger for more

I was not born a killer
but I have taken cover in her sheets
as a virgin gone mad with lust
now a man fulfilling her every need
having sewn my seed
with every church bell ring

I was not born a killer
but make no mistake
I am Death
Fear me not
for I shall not walk, nor eat, nor lay with you
as the only prey I shall hunt
is
me

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But I am having trouble connecting the end to the rest - it seems to contradict - but that is probably just me being obtuse

Great descriptive and word play
love judy
xxx

'Each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star,
shall draw the Thing as he sees It, for the God of Things as They are.'
(Rudyard Kipling)

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There is no contradiction as it is a description of hurting ones self.

Thanks again

Scott

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wanted to show that the narrator is not only a killer but he is the Death him/itself. If so, there is no contradiction. But then "Fear me not" is an eluding (intentionally, I believe) title.

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Thanks

Scott

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I think so, though I always wished to pull you to my delightful space.
Failed?

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I thank you for the attempt but I will be dark for some time yet. Not your fault.

Scott

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