<h2>Death’s Complaint</h>
When I look at a man with my hollow eyes,
I see a creature woefully ov’rpowered.
His face’s a frozen mask of surprise,
His shape reduced to a shadow of a coward.
Men fear the authority I command,
And yet are fascinated by its reach.
For none escape the fatal grip of my hand
But tremble at the lesson I teach.
When I appear, all those who see me weep.
Men turn pale, women scream and children howl.
Simply because I bring eternal sleep,
To man I am denounced as evil and foul.
But I am but God’s obedient knave,
The Angel of Peace in the darkness of grave.















Comments
Another beautifully written work that flows well and has good imagery.
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Save the whales. We'll eat em last.
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Save the whales. We'll eat em last.
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To shed a tear is simply to be human...
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