Death hangs in the night sky
Like a hawk, circling above it's prey,
Ready, at any moment, to swoop down
And catch us all unaware.
Death rises with the sun
Taking all of his victims with him
To a place we've never been
But someday will.
Death is all powerful.
He takes who he wants, when he wants,
For whatever reason he wants.
It doesn't matter who you are,
Or what you've done,
If he wants you, you're his.
Death both ends and begins suffering.
He gives and takes away misery.
And even though he may end the suffering of one,
It still hurts for the rest of us.