Death,the Killer of killers
You that enters without key
No fence can bar you
Death that enters at will
You that taketh the youngs,
When the olds need them the most
You taketh the olds when,
The Youngs are most depending on them.
An uninvited visitor that makes the trembles.
You are the snacther of life when it becomes an integral part of others.
He creeps in you when your life begins to blossoms.
Who says...you are wicked o death?
The time-kepper that never misses a second!
You are not our father
But your blood flows in us.
You are part of us all
Wherever we go,you hover over our heads
We are all part of your great cloak
You have mark and tie for every soul
If you decide to take a soul at conception,
You make it flows through a bloody stream
Death do not steal away souls as we think,
He takes because we are rightly belong to him...
Nice and cool poem. Waiting to read some more.