Death

Death rides this beaten path
It moves on brisk power
Moving by tricken will
It still stays in the saddened hour

Wished away by the world
Makes feared debase
No one loves him
All that know him hate

Welcomed is not his expertise
But in spite he lays for repair
The world weakens
To wound his despair

Hatred looms his body
Presence will be known
Finish comes with patience
Arrivial will be shown

by Brendan M. Rumney

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