I'll cross my heart,
but I do not hope to die.
If the reaper takes me,
I will not run away,
neither will I invite him to stay.
Death is neither a friend, nor foe.
And yet he has so many enemies,
waiting to win a victory over him,
but he smiles coldly and knowingly,
for he knows that he cannot lose.
wow that is very good, , , , that might inspire a poem that i've been thinking about writing and i will give you the credit of inspiration.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The battle of wits...Death is neither friend nor foe!