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.