Death Poem by Leila Mass

Death
Some fear it
Others embrace it
People say they have looked death
in the eye, and sent him away
Most welcome death
Without a fight
If a met death
I would stare into those eyes full of hatred
Face cold as stone
And twisted in anger
Listen to his livid voice, beckoning to take my life
And cruel chuckle
Very rough and low
As it sends shivers down my spine
Seeing death
Draped in clothes
Black as the night
I would mirror his exression
And say 'NO!
You shall not take my soul! '