Death

Death

it hides in the light

always out of sight

It could smite you

with a single strike

rarely seen

but if you gleam

the ghastly sight

of it's sickle's sheen

you might

die with fright

or ignite

with newfound light

 

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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