Apollo's POETIC Miracles

"THE SONG OF DEATH"

I came as quite as silver moon ,
Or the sun during the burning noon ;
I came as loud as blowing horn ,
And I chase you from the time you are born ;

I always come for each and everyone ,
My touch is felt by me but none ;
I never boast or love or hate ,
But mark my words, I m never late.

Men run, flee, sprint away from me ,
But everyone knows I'll catch you free ;
Beneath the broken and burning tree ,
I hold the keys for every key.

And as you sit and cough and lie ,
You know that eventually you will die ;
I am the truth behind all lies ,
The sweet sleep after the painful sighs.

And as you suck upon your shallow breath ,
I soar unfurling my great wings, for I M DEATH.