Meeting With Death Poem by Levia Tham

I am the snows cold embrace
And the fiery ashy grave
The knife's piercing gaze
And the stop of your lifelong race

I am condemned to be despised
But truthfully, it's all just lies
I am nothing more than sleep disguised
Sadly, One that cuts all ties

Meeting me might turn one pale
With me you have to sail
Worry not, i will not veil
With me you do not go to jail

When we, at shore, arrive
You don't have to strive
When we, at then, derive
You will feel alive