Death's Greeting
Like the cold winds in winter,
I will come to you expected.
When I sense your final breath,
I will know that you are dead.
I come to help you pass,
But I never go with you.
My curse is to kill you,
But my intention is to save you.
You see, my friend,
This world's heart is cold.
It has rarely shown mercy
For the young or the old.
If you are kind, you will fly.
If not, you will fall.
That is not my decision.
I just heed Death's Call.
So don't blame me
If you don't grow wings.
I never did either.
I'm bound to puppet's strings.
Some call me the The Reaper,
Death's Door, or The End.
You may see me smile
If you just call me a friend.
It can get very lonely
When everybody fears you.
I'm just doing my job.
That job is to save you.
YOU ARE READING
Random Crap I Write and Draw
Science FictionMay include short stories, drawings, and maybe a fanfic here and there. Don't judge me I can't write that well. Give any and all credit of any MyTale characters to Corrupted_Creator.
