Fan Fiction ❯ Poems ❯ Death Comes ( One-Shot )
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
Death's Cold Scythe, Death's Flaming Sword
By HououKageMusha
Death comes in cold, in heat, in gas,
In dark in light,
And here I stand, Waiting,
For Death to ride upon his bony horse,
Freezing scythe and burning sword in hand,
Waiting for the worms,
Waiting for them to take my mind,
My heart and soul.
Death comes in fire, in ice, in gas
In shadow, in light,
Death comes, and I can do nothing to stop it.