Ode to the Death
A Sonnet by Jacob
My afraid Death, you inspire me to write.
I hate the way you frighten, roar and soar,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the mad drawer.

Let me compare you to a sanctuary?
You are more creepy, living and deadly.
Snow chills the berries of January,
And wintertime has the mortal redley.

How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your forgiving Eyes, hands and skin.
Thinking of your sleepy hands fills my days.
My hate for you is the weepy *******.

Now I must away with a medley heart,
Remember my laid words whilst we're apart.