Poem: "Death's Whistle"

"Through the Trees" by Pat David via Flickr (CC)

Death's Whistle
By: Eve Estelle

On a brisk November night,
When is hushed your every light,
When at rest are all but the walking soul
Who knows not he reaps the sinned -
Forth they tread, unwittingly,
Death's whistle on the wind.


  1. Loved your poem! :) I have nothing to criticise in this. It's simply short and sweet.

  2. Each time you come up with one of your writings, you amaze me with your talent. :D

  3. gorgeous <3 i love the rhymes you interspersed.

    evelyn clickman @ if these stars shall fall

    1. Thank you, Evelyn! :) I thought the rhymes came out pretty well!


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