# Poem #18: Death

Author: bhscorch1313
Tags: Death, Poetry

#18 of Poetry

Tried not to create a poem about Death after I wrote Life, but what can you do? Self-explanatory.

_Death_

Cold to touch   
Heart has stopped   
Brain as such   
Anger propped

Absent feeling   
Blackened cloak   
Consummate kneeling   
Death has awoke

Chaos so rigid   
Fog so thick   
The air is frigid   
Finger's lethal prick

Earth is frozen   
Fallen await   
Death has chosen   
Tenuous fate

Empty time and space   
The body is raw   
See its lost face   
Let the ice thaw

The end on cue   
Its visibly cold breath   
Forsaken life it threw   
Into the arms of Death.

~bhscorch

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