Death,
One of the saddest chapters in our lives.
He comes in black,
Cloak made from sadness and tears.
Dressed as a harbinger,
A scythe to tear the soul from the flesh.
With a cold presence,
To keep the over lookers at bay.
An eyeless skull,
To show you that death comes with nothingness.
A raven clothed in the mourning of people,
From sorrow and agony of death itself.
A soul who collects other souls,
A soul who devours you whole.
Death,
Comes with absence,
Without warning.
Creates bitterness out of nothing but loss.
Shows disdain and dismay,
And the only words you can say,
"Please let me live longer,
Let me stay"
And one day soon,
He too,
Will knock on your door.
Do not hesitate,
Because he is our past, future and present.
Let him show you the way.
Because when darkness comes,
Remember that light shines brighter in the night.
So greet death like an old friend,
For death comes to you,
Death comes to many,
Death comes to all.
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