Death Is

by EvangelineCullen   Jul 12, 2009


Death is a young woman
With hair gone prematurely white.
Death is a sad story
Told in the dark of night.

Death is a promise broken
And friendship turned to hate.
Death is a wild animal
And guess what, you're the bait.

Death is a dream forgotten
And what might have been.
Death is a heroic deed
Proved worthless in the end.

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