Stalking Death

I rummaged through the ancient ruins and scoured the carnage of our times; I searched the scorching expanse of the arid deserts, I peeked into the crevices of the broken hearts, and probed the dark realm of the deranged minds; I looked in the dead ashes of the funeral pyre, I ransacked every nook and cranny of the cemeteries And forayed into the desolate womb of the barren woman -- But did not find death! I then looked at the first flush of spring-- The blossoming flowers, The fluttering butterflies The humming bees, The rising robust sun; And found the hand of death. I found death in the unyielding faith of the trusting hearts, In the ardent prayers of the desperate souls, And in the unbridled passion of the heart; Even in birth and in the sprouting seed I found the omnipresence of death. yeah, I found death in life! ~'Death Shadow' contest by Justin Bordner