death again

It's Death again - He's always there -
Watching, waiting - e'er the stare! 
Every time I look behind
Or reach to pull the window blind, 
I catch a glimpse of grubby hood -
A little clue to where he stood; 
The glint of light that caught the scythe.
Perhaps if I could pay a tithe…
But O! no use, he'll never go.
The adamant phantom; don't you know 
He will but wait until it's time 
For me to hear His fateful chime? -
The toll that claims my destiny, 
To Hail: 'You're next, it has to be…

Reviews

[Seeker]

How true! Death, a permanent fixture of our lives, yet we act as though it's meant for others, not us.