Death

Those who have touched the hand of death
Have never returned from the reaper's hold
For every person who death has embraced
A personality gone, like missing gold

Death can come in many forms
Beauty is one, and makes some smile
But, death can be an ugly being
Putrid, disgusting, painful and vile

Life has always been beautiful
To those who treat it kindly, but yet
Death weaves its way to noble hearts
Attacks, and kills, and leaves eyes wet

Vulnerable life smiles upon death
Holds it back whenever she can
But ruthless as death often is
It does not discriminate between woman or man

From terror of death to life's sweet arms
Life protects, but knows inside
The secret of happiness known to her
To whom no-one she will confide

Life has lost to death again
Heaven open's its door to another soul
Life still shines on the realm of Earth
And death moves on to another goal

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