I am the messenger of death
Of all bias I am bereft
My entrance you may not refuse
Child of heaven and hell fire
The chill of soul heralds my arrival
Composed I am of good and evil
Having all the strengths and weaknesses of man

The bringer
Of that which humans fear
What with courage must be met
Fleeting thoughts of panic
Hearts remembrance of happiness and regret


I appear unexpected
My company without hesitation
Is often rejected
Though you may try to allude me
In reality see  my dark face
Destiny you must now embrace

On dark wings I soar and fly
To claim you
Sit quietly by your side
Hear your soft cries
Last breath
I am the messenger of death




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