Death


It lurks in the shadows or stands in the light
Seeking out the weak or strong
There is no way to catch it in plain sight
It stays hidden and only brings a sorrow filled song

To those who are left after it has struck
It is endless tears
It is the worst of luck
the arrival of their greatest fears

Families are torn
Friendships abruptly broken
It is a rose with a thorn
taking a soul as its token

But some welcome it to end pain
To some it is a friend
A friend with whom they do not lose but gain
To those it is sufferings end

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