Deaths Journey Poem by Philip Lore

Death like a cancer grows,
When it comes, nobody knows.
Enslaved in shadow,
This 'Killing King',
In wicked wonder, I feel Deaths sting.

Silent destiny,
Death follows creation,
Across the oceans,
Its mankinds damnation.

Death takes the young,
Visits the old,
Rich and poor alike,
Releases the soul.

What is this spector we call death?
It hunts and prowls for our last breath!

Death is with us everyday,
Bringing pain and sorrow,
It will never go away.

Pain, sorrow, misery, and tears,
Inevitable death,
Rules my fears.

A blackened spirit, wanting more,
Ending lifes' journey,
Will death knock on my door?