Death and the endless haze,
his wings sweep the dark madness away.
Death and the song he sings,
Waiting in the abyss,
careful to rule the depths of
the world beyond the grave.
Death and his hood,
Death and his scythe,
Death and all the souls Life did not want.
Death and his throne
as he sits back and waits,
knowing that all will come to him in the end.
Death and his kingdom
They watch while Destiny and Fate play with humans like toys, Death and his sisters.
Death and his siblings like children who don't know how to be kind,
Children who take away what their toys had grown to love,
Death and the children who don't understand what awaits in Death's domain.
Death and his sisters who like to pick and choose,
leaving their brother with the scraps of the lives they destroy.
Death and the endless haze, waiting for the time to come,
When he and his sisters will be parted by none.
Death and his eternal abyss,
waiting for when his sisters break their last toy,
What will they do when the humans are no more?
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For All The Impossible People - Poem Collection
PoetryPoems telling the tale of gods, an immortal with golden hair and green eyes, and a mistake that will break the universe. The gods are not something many people know of, there is Life, there is Love, and Hate, but the most powerful are The Three: De...
