Death Calls

Troubled day and night By hazardous creatures not of light Neither do seem black nor white But tapped wholly to come have a bite Another youth seems booked Power rarely is waited for Chaos normalized, but not a blow Screams unanswered, maybe more Silence does, in a vast land of vow Oh! God; another plate is cut A nightmare which soon ends All to remember knowing no bonds Some forces by which all bends Are made of fairly known rounds For philosophers always admire!