I Saw Death Take Her Toll Poem by Gert Strydom

I saw death take her toll
and friends and enemy soldiers fall
and maybe they all went
to a much better place to be.

At times soldiers knew their fate
and at other times
death took whom she claimed,
very unpredictable and unexpectedly.

Yet in her arms all go to rest in time
and when her sleep comes to an end
damnation or live eternal waits
and forever more,
gone will be her victory
and pain and sickness and tears.