CAMELOT FANTASIES

It crossed across her face
It paused for seconds
Passed her by
Grim reaper dropped in briefly
His grey shadow subtly
Subduing her light
Her soft features
Looking stark and gaunt
In the fleeting toils of pain
Where fear has gripped her
Anxiety gasping for air
Convulsions of the grasping brain
Release of fluids
Running down her now bruising legs
In her confusion to try
To get up
Is pulling herself under the bed
That's where death overshadowed
Her features
It was instantaneous
I observed it
As her hand clawed at my leg
Her nails piercing my skin
Her grip claw like
Intensified by her fright
Monitoring each segment
Like an episodic
On this evolutionary series
She negotiated
Her choice
To stay

~Divine