The Call Of Death

   Hello dear friends it's being a long time, this my first poem I came up with the other day. Please I need your comments on this.

   The Call Of Death

Hoowwll, came the call of death to his victims. His victims could hear it like the sneaking sound of the whooooing air through pipes. 

  As each day passed by, his call came stronger and stronger and stronger to his victims.

  Like melting candle wax, the wallpaper of reality did melt down from the unseen wall before the eyes of his victims. Their jelly iris did dilate wide open in expectation of these  unseen wall their ears had tasted of as fairy tales.

   Loss of appetite for riches and fame, came like fierce bug eating away the red hot glowing ball that powered their cravings for the contemporaries of life, leaving a carcass of cravings without no drive force.

   The unfulfilled desires of his victims, lay in position like a  baton hopefully awaiting the grip of the next runners of the generations to come.

    Whooossssshhhh came the call like running air through pipes into the ears of his victims, his victims knew it was death himself, yet they did find it hard to believe. If only they could hear the call of death as it is, like the howl of a wolf in the wilderness of the cold icy forest, in search for his prey, they would've have believe without doubt.

   Who would believe them if they did spoke about the call of death? Nobody. All his victims could do was just watch the wallpaper of reality melt down like candle wax. With a tensed heart, his victims waited for his arrival.

   In no time, the smoky ethereal feet of death stepped upon their door steps. Behind him, the raging fume of darkness did give it's green thunders, the storm that did take souls. Filled with pride And ego, he made his way to his victims.

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