Death Sweet Death Poem by Saint Cynosure

Death sweet death,
the visitor,
dark color at my door.
I'm hesitant to answer,
for what I fears in store.
With you I shall play hide and seek,
so knock forever more.
There are worse for you to take,
please leave me,
I implore.
I know what life has got to give,
I know of pain and sorrow.
I do not know what you shall bring,
to payments for my borrow.
You seem so dark to dark to read,
a shadow for the grave.
Death sweet death,
leave me to live,
whats lost for if I stay?