Death's Life

Death's life is dark and cold, preying on the weak, stealing the old Occasionally quick, periodically slow Concealed in dark corners where shadows don't go When it steps into the light It hides in plain sight A camouflaged line with a nefarious plight Death's mother is the beginning, its father is time Culminating an emanating paradigm Neither he nor she just a pile of bone, feasting on flesh while the dying moan Death dons a dark cloak derived from black widow hair Which makes yours on your neck stand up in despair Our destiny with its visit is a mortifying fact, death is life's final act It keeps plugging away with its morbid work, into its eyes we are forbid to look The poor try to pray, the rich try to pay Some spend their whole lives just a running away Mercy is pleaded for by the weak, distances are run by the strong The measure of death's reach is infinitely long Armed with the touch of a finger and a razor sharp scythe We dance on a ledge called the edge of his knife Cease your relentless search for loose boards in death's impenetrable fence For your best defense is a unadulterated acceptance Death's day does not end when the sun sets An entity with no memory it never forgets Grim is the reaper that spares no one Death has been there since life has begun 3/22/07