A/N: 'Death the Reaper' and 'Death the savior' are two conflicting viewpoints on the same subject, in this case, death. This poem is euphonic.
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Death, the eternal savior.
He comes again, selecting another soul.
Walking the world on his evening stroll.
Who will he name as his own?
Just another to stand beside his throne.
I can hear his honeyed words,
like an early spring bird.
He calls out to me,
kindling my glee.
Am I the one tonight?
To leave without a fight?
Will the pills take ahold?
My way of dying, not so bold.
Rejoice, for he is here!
The essence is here, shrouded in shadow.
Beautiful and dark, a midnight meadow.
I fall into the endless night.
Forever by his side, my endless flight.
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