Death

DEATH! He lost a father She lost a son He came back in the morning And said I was the one I told him to come back another day He said he will not and he wishes to stay Everyday that passes I hear your deep voice Fate is your only master because you have no choice We wait patiently for you on your arrival Even though your companionship is not desirable But yet you decide our survival The Old man dress in black With a black cloak With a big black hat That looks like the old witch’s cat Riding in a carriage driven by a dark stallion And the five rivers inscribed on his medallion You are incorruptible And you take no pound or shilling from those who wish not to ride with you You simply tap them on the shoulders and one will become one or two You pardon no one whose time is near Kings and queens bow down to you in fear You are mightier than any man And greater than any beast You will not taste wine or eat at a rich man’s feast Sages and wise men can never unsolved the mystery of your power To resurrect Lazarus at the very hour Your cold, icy and fragile hands could make a leaf Wrinkle to ashes Hades king of the underworld Commander in chief of the realm of darkness Who sits on his throne with his queen Persephone And lives in the dungeons of hell A place he calls home Guarded by his loyal servant Cerberus The three headed monster Who strikes down unwanted visitors with lightening and thunder By Olusegun Akanbi