Death

I was once told a tale

By a man in a cloak

Though he was deathly pale

A bright fire he’d stoke

In the depths of his eyes

Yet it burnt very cold

It destroyed all the lies

To disprove truth of old

Because when the man spoke

I found I fell in line

A deadly masterstroke

A divinity sign

Not a mark of the gods

But mastery of mind

A true read of the odds

And all things that they bind

And I found, as he talked

That though he had not said

I just knew, me he’d stalked

For my thoughts he had read

And I did know his name

He was here for my breath

He had shown me the game

Of my late chat with Death

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This was the first of my series on the four horsemen of the apocalypse. If you want to check out the other poems, you can find them here: Famine, Pestilence, War.

Thanks for reading, and have a great day :)