Death i am called....my arrival usually accompanied by screams and cries of horror and pain...even utter silent acceptance,
begging for forgiveness ...
i can't save you humans!
.......in my hand, my scythe.....i have to take you, with or without a fight...i am but a messenger, an angel of death......
i am lonely, i must confess.....i have no friends,
stealing souls is my forte.
i lurk in darkness for eternity with nothing but wails of misery.......
i clench my fists; shaking with rage....
i desperately stare above....wishing to fly, free as a bird.......to be released from this
chains of loneliness..
no reprieve .....only madness and shame.
shoulders bent....i trudged many weary miles...
even i could not stop death....