Death

Death you are proud, mighty and dreadful,

Though some say that you are not

Those individuals that dare question your power

Eventually falls prey to it.

Centuries have passed,

Yet you Death, covered in the black of night

Live on

Live on. Ironic

Death you are a time-wrath, a sycophant to the dying,

To the conflicted, shamed, angered

You are the release from pain and suffering,

You are the bringer of pain and suffering

Are you the perfect judge, Death?

Never favoring a being over another,

The rich, the poor, young, old, weak and strong,

All are judged equally by you,

No being is spared,

Not even the innocent,

Cruel Death,

What a way to work for a living!

In the still of the night,

You come, take and leave; at one with the night,

In the light of day, you stood out , conspicuously unseen,

Death, a sycophant to the dying, conflicted, shamed and angered?

More like they are to you,

Who come looking for whom?

Always will they come to you; known or unknown,

Those poor sycophants

Who are you Death? What are you?

A child of Time and Nature?

A timeless individual?

Destine to be alone, with your... feelings?

Even after death you live on,

Even more powerful,

This time you will take back what you so generously gave away,

You split the twins; body and soul,

You kept the body, but came back for the soul,

Only Death can kill Death,

When all things dies, Death dies,

In that way Death you are like everyone else,

You need us to live.