Only of His Accord

Your last breath will not be given. 
Your heart will not be stopped.
You will not die.
Only of his accord.

Accidents happen.
Miracles do as well.
Many are taken away from life.
Only of his accord.

Your arm may get broken.
Your muscles may tear.
But death remains an option,
Only of his accord.

Blood may be spilled.
Violence may occur.
But death STILL remains an option,
Only of his accord.

Let it be known that he is not evil.
Or malicious of any kind.
He is but a messenger, sent by Father Time.

Humans define him as robe, bone, and scythe.
These personifications make no change to his work.
He remains the ship that your soul sails to the next world.

His cold bony fingers lightly take you by the hand.
You are stripped from your mortal cage.
He whispers into your ear to follow him.
All you can do now is follow.

You give your soul away, so a new soul can join the living. 
He doesn't look at you.
He doesn't look back.
You follow into light.

So, if you lay beaten.
If you lay hurt.
If you lay in the thought of no survival.
You will not,
Or shall not,
Or cannot die.
Only of his accord.