The Silent Visitor

It comes whisking in when least expected, Its steps silent, its grip too cold. It slips through cracks, unseen and unchecked, No whistle blown, no stories told. Whether the doors are opened or locked, It doesn't knock to take its due. Whether the windows are open or closed, It cares not for the clear sky or view. It will one day meet us all, face to face, Perhaps today, perhaps tomorrow. It visits only at its chosen time, regardless of place, Carrying both peace and sorrow. May the heavens be pleased when the last breath is drawn, For it is a phantom force we can never deflect.