Falling into pieces

She lies there on the ground

Not knowing where her life has gone

She only wears a frown

Death stands beside her to take her soul away

She begs for one more chance only one more day

Death lifts his scythe to split soul from body

She feels a relief not known to anybody

Freedom finally came in the shape of a scythe

She is free at last and enduringly at peace

Death may appear as a dark knight

Although for some he is the light