When Death Has Won Poem by Victoria Gauci

It doesn't come on bended knee,
It often sneeks in silently,
Clutching the heart and last breath,
An unwelcomed guest known as Death,

In silent thought we know it's there,
Like a lion in it's lair,
Often quick but sometimes slow,
It's there waiting as we all know,

Not much to do but say goodbye,
To the ones it takes away on the sly,
Left to grieve the loss that comes,
When we know that Death has won.