Death, so kind, but so mean

Charon shall take your soul

Through the abyss of fiends

Where you find a role

To be done is to be seen

by the forbidden knoll.


The lover weeps on what she reaped

The kids reap on what they sowed

The Reaper shed no tear

only to say, no need to fear


Death parts all, friends, families, all…

At a point, a sharp point, of a blink

Hades will watch the one fall

But the deceased will sink


Very close, yet very far, is Death

So known, yet still sad

To the very last breath

None will be mad

Because some will not move on

Some halves shall be dawn

Or the rotting lawn


Death parts all, liked or not,

Pain bites the innocent soul



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