Death seems
on a spree
these days
picking up
souls
it deems
necessary
no questions
one can ask
he is but
only doing his task
sometimes
without a reason
yet you follow
where it leads
leaving no trail
the ashes
so frail
dissolve
or is carried
by the wind
swirling around
they say
the soul
can reach
far and wide
before you realize
you're on the other side
Death
with its black hood
grants you
one last look
at the familiar
you would leave
from then on
it perhaps
is a new journey
that is
little understood
those left behind
would remember
the deeds
In time
even that
would be forgotten
All they can do
is pray
that you
find your way
Life ends here
Death begins its journey
who knows
its the same journey
backwards...
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