Death Poem by Jim Milks

Death

Rating: 2.5


Death walks the land
laying waste to all
be they simple or grand

His Scythe brightly gleams
As it steals another life away
Someone softly screams

Death hosts another party this day,
Eventually all are invited
to his soirée
No, matter
your post.

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