My Demise Poem by Daniel Jacob White

Darkness falls considering my demise
tricky, crafty, and often wise
to this I am the prize

Death comes seeking my soul
my carcass is in its goal
putting me in the fold

Destruction comes with all it's might
when it is time I must not fight
for this is its right

With out casualty, there is no Life
living on the edge of a knife
hopefully without strife

I see it coming, its visage in my eyes
it talks with me, tells me no lies
Now it takes me, there is no surprise