Death And Its Hosts Poem by Jamiu Olanrewaju

Hmmmm! It is designed to walk in their shadow; it is their destiny; It spreads its tentacles round the four cardinal points of their world; For every elapsed second in their dimension, its tentacles catch millions of them; for every step they take, it covers an equal distance with them; it walks, dines, baths, sings, dances, prays and do other sorts of thing with them, but many of them think is far from them. ITS NAME IS SIMPLY DEATH