Judge me not!

Oh Death!

Grim Reaper’s of unknown

for non-believers untimely breath

scythes was seen un-grown

and touched by bringer of death

Pictures of Death

in his robes and scythe

bring me judgemental dread

of others who thinks of life

Surely Death’s sweet-

sorrow may be more

than my chained feet

crossed against my heart’s core

Judge me not

I urge you

for I am but

passing through

Light darkness

in my wake

of unbegotten desires

gives unwanted lives at stake

Death’s grace through grief

by life’s order of give and take

as silent as I breathe

Death is here to create

Judged by my dread

through my life sighs

grieved and bred

and my death cries-

Judge me not

for Death can’t be undone