Death
In the dark where shadows hide
fear is nothing but deaths bride.
A grim fate awaits us in the end
there is no way for fate to bend.
I feel the slowly creeping crack
of deaths hand upon my back.
Although I struggle to be free
I know it's touch is not for me.
It stands at my back as it leers
past myself and to my peers.
I try to warn them, they must run
it's far to late, the deeds been done.
Death is the end there is no more
there isn't sand on heavens shore.
Only blackness awaits us there
In that blackness is deaths icy stare.
Copyright © Frank Cravein | Year Posted 2010
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