My (Attempt at) Poetry

Life of Death

If I were to look Death in the eye
What would happen?
Would I die?
Would I know what comes after death?
Where would I find Death anyways?
In my home?
Outside my window?
Poisoning minds?
What would Death look like?
An angel in white robes on a cloud to bring you to heaven?
A demon dragging you by your ankles into hell?
A spirit in black robes with a sythe?
Does Death ever get a vacation?
Or is work forced by Life?
There's one way to find out.