The hollowness that grew,
Like darkness that no one knew.
Set forth the carriages,
Stain red coming ages.
The dark, untraveled paths,
The broken, lonely hearts.
Where shall they lead a mystery,
One untold by history.
He stood there charming,
Just patiently waiting.
I knew that he was just an illusion,
A figment of my imagination.
Yet the paths he had trodden,
Are long and never truly forgotten.
They say that sadness never lasts forever,
Yet around him, it's like a disease one can never truly recover.
Death-He called me slow, steady and vile,
Handsome, with his deadly smile.
They say he is frightening,
A monster who pens down life’s meaning.
His every icy touch,
Leaves a prey shuddering in his clutch.
Yet sometimes I feel that his dark unending kingdom,
Was an escape from this earthly prison.