Death

With instincts Distinct in its' precinct It lies low Flies above And remains aloft Full of power It moves about To and fro it goes Until it finds its prey Rich or Poor Cowardly or Bold Master or Servant Weak or Mighty In its physical form It was defeated In its abstract It was unseen And hovers Around its prey Until the time is come The die is cast And the command is given The soul is taken As the line is cut That connects Life to the body DEATH!!! A tear to many A joy to others A curse to some A blessing in disguise It is to you What you choose it to be