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The Collector by L. M. Mercer

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The Collector
By: L. M. Mercer


I keep my vigil as they sleep,
A watchful eye that will silently creep.
Carefully I move so as not to disturb,
Like a lion stalking the slumbering herd.
I will pass from head to somnolent head,
Traversing the world in search of their dead.
This is my job as its been for all time,
For 'Angel of Death' is a name of mine.


About the Author

Even though she has been writing for some time, L. M. Mercer has never had her work viewed by the public at large. She had mainly used writing as a release for her stressful existence (never intending for others to read her poems), but was badgered into submitting some pieces by friend and coworker, Kevin Magnus, who told her to 'Stop wasting your talent'. While never admitting to him that she is very grateful for his badgering, she will henceforth share with us her talent, both lyrical and oft times somber, now that she is our newest contributor to the "World of Myth".

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