DEATH'S HAND

Charon waits patiently by his ferry for a soul

he does'nt care if its young or had a chance to grow

all he needs is a coin to take you on a journey

a trip of no return

your life burnt brightly but like a flame was eventually put out

death;s dark hand waiting for you without a doubt

as thanatos comes so silent you barely hear  a creak

and his wings stop your heart with a single beat

now all the children cry and widows weep

and wish you would awake from your endless sleep

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