Through Death's Eye's

you see me, but yet you don't know me

I know everything about you

sometimes I spare you

sometimes I have no mercy on your soul

you see me as I wait fro you at death's door

some of you run and hide

but I will always find you in the end

sometimes young

sometimes old

but eventually you will die

and I will be the one to do the deed

I lurk in the shadows

over the years I have found many ways to kill men

many terrible ways even I can not speak of

you never know when I will come for you

so you fear me

even though there is nothing to fear

but the way I will come

because I am death

there is no escape

Author's Note

okay, I'm a little reluctant to post this one, it is about death/the Grim reaper/etc. It's about Death as a person, he is very complex so it was hard to write from his point of view.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree. Death comes, when death comes.
"but the way I will come
because I am death
there is no escape"
I like the poetry about Death. One of the best myth and tales. Thank you Maddie for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[matpat]

Thank you!

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Maddie.