it was just a plain day
as Life sat on a bench
silently observing the figures
that passed around
when suddenly Death came
and greeted Her old friend
Life shook His head when He saw Her
knowing what it meant
"Which one will you take today?"
Life quietly asked Death
"I do not know quite yet"
Death replied
"It seems another story might be writing its own ending"
so the two sat waiting
until late that night Death walked off
to the lost one
holding the knife in it's own hand