Death Mistakes No Man

Over slumbering man, the darkness crept.
To welcome his friend to eternal death.
Awaiting their demise while comrades slept,
Stealing their light and capturing their breath.

Death couldn’t speak, and man couldn’t either.
Man picked at the wire that shut his lips tight.
Death called out names, and his name was neither.
Man ‘s stamp was not called, so he took delight.

Death sent him back to earth with compliance.
Woken in terror, he sprang back to life.
His mute voice echoed through the loud silence.
Man clawed at his casket, scratching with strife.

Man could not escape, so death was his fate.
He drifted back to death, where Death would wait.

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