Lingering by the shadows,
Giving fear to all,
Making one fall,
Every day you come and go,
Taking life at a go.
To heaven or hell you decide,
No one knows where you reside,
Some say it is an eternal sleep,
While other's stay behind and weep.
An ominous surrounding around death's bed,
As men and women clad in black circumjacent,
No voice raised out loud,
As children and elders pray to the profound.
For each one know's not,
What lies beyond this curtain of life,
For each one wonder's,
About the death looming over one's head.
As the black sceptre encroaches,
Staying above one's shoulder's
By a thread that's ready to snap,
Alas without a moments word.
The weeping one's stay behind,
With reminiscent thought's in their eyes,
For they have lost a person close to them,
A beloved father, mother or friend,
A relative that was close at hand.
Death a being of tragedy,
But hopeful prayers follow as a devotee,
To the one that passed away,
For a better life for their way.
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