Death

This is NOT my poem, this is a collaboration between me and the wonderful poet Dean Kuch, please visit his profile and follow him for more content like this.

Death's a foul beast, both fiendish and fair,
hiding in shadows, deep down in his lair.
When it's your time, death's osseous grin
chills to the bone, goosebumps on your skin.
An eye for an eye—death's sockets, so black,
comes for us all; there is no turning back.
Life is a race we run, best we can.
Still, in the end, each child, woman and man
will one day face the inevitable truth,
looking back fondly, those days spent in youth.
Hopefully rich in love, family and friends
with no regrets before our soul transcends.