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Death comes calling


The Midnight Caller


Twas death himself I’m sure

Waiting silently outside my door

Though no door I’ve ever seen

Could keep him away once lured.


He held out his hand

Pale and slim

Yet warm and strong


“Take my hand and walk with me

You know that’s what you want it to be

No more pain and strife

No hurt or tears

Not even one more for this sharp life”.


But as ever before my answer came

To these beguiling words from Death

“Even for the heartsore

I cannot follow you yet.

My time is not right now

There are others her in this life

Who still need me on this side

They may not know just why or how

But deep inside I know this.

I cannot leave this life

Nor desert them in this way”.


This life is heavy

My heart bowed down

No answers can be found

In despair I stand and pray for answers

My belief: that they can be found


I sensed a smile play around his mouth

A sparkle in dark eyes

“I see you have not yet given up the fight

So, one more I must bid you, Goodnight

Remember though, I am always here

Waiting for your call

When midnight chimes awaken you

Remember, I wait for you too.”

Blessings, Susan ♥

© Susan Jamieson, 2014


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She found them lying broken

Beyond the smoking remains

Broken by deaths embrace

Father, brother, their killers to trace

Mother to save, offering solace

She buried them swiftly

A cairn a small solace.

From the ashes dipped

Fingers to face

She painted dark lace

From when came the knowing

She knew not nor cared

Yet deep in her heart

Knowledge set

Her feet on the path

To follow.

Through forest unknown

She followed their trail

Twig, leaf, hoof print

Never to fail

Finally a light

Shinning fitfully in the night.


A veil came down

Clouding her mind

Narrowing her senses anew

Wood smoke and whiskey

Blood and…..more.

Tied to a tree she found her

Broken and abused

Her knife severed her bonds

A cloak to cover her pain

Slipping away

Foes to be slain.

The curtain fell once more

Blood haze before her eyes

Softly through the trees she melted

In silence Death moved unseen

No sound from her passing

Claiming due vengeance

One by one

Til there were none.

Back to the only home they knew

To build a life anew

Time for wounds to heal

Memories to seal

Vengeance claimed, no appeal.

In this time

We may never see it

Never have to believe it

Not for us to keep score

No evil goes unnoticed

No evil goes unpunished

Not for you, nor I to judge.



Blessings, Susan ♥

© Susan Jamieson, 2014

© Executive Sorceress, 2014



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There are times aplenty when I was in doubt

Hardly a penny to my name nor food in my mouth

Nowhere to turn and no-one to ask

Help and understanding seemed long past

There were no tears left to fall

They had long since soaked into the soil

With nary a person to see nor care

Is it any wonder I now dare

To say the things I need to say

Whatever happens come what may

I no longer fear the heavy hand

Not the baton nor manacle laid on like a band

There is nothing left inside to hurt

All feeling left buried in the dirt

Like yesterday’s news or an old shirt

No-one to call me a late night flirt.

I walk the city streets alone

A shadow passing through a lighted cone

Never seen nor heard

Like yonder lovely sweet bird

The past is long since gone

Never knowing just what went wrong

Only knowing the stories and endless lies

Gathered over the corpse like a mountain of flies

Drawing every morsel from my body

Left to rot like a forgotten toddy

No more use since I’ve been bled dry

Been long gone by and by

Desiccated and gone

The only thing left an old rubber thong

Hard to see where I used to be

There’s a shadow there near yonder tree

Wearing a uniform, laughing and carefree

Who is that person standing there

So proud and tall

Not likely to fall

Only the person I used to be

Before I grew up and lost my carefree

Hollow eyed and hopeless

Stolen before its time

Like a counterfeit chime

All out of lime.


© Susan Jamieson 2014


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beautiful song… something for everyone to think about.

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A change of pace

My Immortal, a Gregorian Chant

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image from http://www.deviantart.com                          Howling for the soul sister to pass


The time drifted by slowly

There was nothing left

No way to measure the passage of time

Nothing but the slow drip, drip, drip

She let her head roll back

Resting lightly against the window frame

Outside she could see the moon

A blood moon, portent of bad tidings

The trees outside wailed their mournful sounds

And somewhere a wolf howled loudly

Joined quickly by the rest of the pack

Strange, but she had seen no wolves here

Not since she came so long ago

But it wasn’t that long surely

No, it only felt that way

But fitting somehow that they came now

Almost as if they could hear her coming

Drip, drip, drip -The only sound inside

The howling of the wolves outside

And an eerie feeling creeping over all

She was starting to feel cold

The mist curled from her open mouth

She should have brought a blanket

Made things much easier in the end

The cold climbed upwards

Through her arms and legs

Up from the cold floor, cold as the grave

Drip, drip, drip, the continuing sound

Fainter now the wolves were drawing nearer

Their howling more frenetic than ever

The moon climbed higher so she raised her head

Strange how heavy her head now felt

Drip, drip, drip, a cold wetness intruded on her reverie

The howling wolves must have been outside the window

Their howls so loud in her head now

As the icy cold reached her heart

She gave one slow sigh

The light dimming in her eyes

She could no longer see the moon

No longer hear the slowing drip, drip, drip

The only sound

The howling of the wolves

The dripping stopped,

The moon still rose

The wolves howled once more

A cry of pain and anguish

For a soul lost.

Alone in death

As she had been in life



image from http://www.smscs.com The pack gathers to welcome one home

Blessings  Susan x

© Susan Jamieson 2014

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#The Withering

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The Withering

“Through dangers untold ….and

Hardships unnumbered”……

A faint smile

The merest lifting of each corner

Of her mouth


Already gone


Beneath the shadows

Looming in her eyes

Dark pits of despair

Pushing her feet onward

Pulling her soul apart

Through the lies uncovered

And the heartbreak unbearable

The final destruction

Rending of her true self





Clinical discourse only

Measured in droplets of blood

Darkest heart blood

Turned in wood

Hidden beneath

Night’s cloak

And cloud

©  Susan Jamieson 2014

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