Death

by Shadow Walker   Oct 21, 2005


Lurking behind every corner
Is a deadly foreigner
He comes from our fears
In the end he just appears

He is the taker of souls
Not one we extoll
Hes the last of what we see
He holds us, not letting us free

He is destruction
Makes the final deduction
Of our lives unfinished

He is the demise of all
Creates the everlasting squall
When he is there, All is gone
He is the Devils spawn

He is Death

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  • 19 years ago

    by Silver Wings

    Wow.. I'm impressed
    not many are good at writing this type of work
    but you have really left a mark....

  • 19 years ago

    by DeathsLove

    Very dark, beautiful... and captivating. I loved how expressive you we're you painted an amazing image of death in my mind. It was also very well written and gave away just enough emotion. Not to mention I'm a big fan of Death... and I think you did him justice. Well my interpretation is Death is that it's a he. I'm not trying to start a fight with anyone who thinks differently though. XD. 5/5
    Carly

  • 19 years ago

    by snowboots firefighter

    RIGHT ON! THAT SENT SIVERS DOWN MY SPINE GREAT JOB!

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