Unwavering

This is the first draft. I just spent about an hour writing it so it may need some revision, but I hope you like it: I took a swing at Death today For he took a swing at me; He tried to take my life away, But I did not agree To let him simply take it; To give it up so willingly Or take the easy road and quit To finally be free. I stood my ground and held it dear, Would not supplicate or plea, And clutched this life with Death so near So that he may now see That I will fight him tooth and nail; Unwavering, I will not flee Or shy away and choose to fail The life inside of me.