Death

An acrid form of evil, 

It stood on the threshold of life, 

Laughing in gay abandon, 

It summoned the breath of the living.

Life stood invalidated.

Staring into pitiless eyes.

but true to life’s calling, death withstood,

its calm and patient address,

Life a beauty, smouldering in the arms of death.

Death occupies, the territory of existence.

Crushing spirits that imbibe on mundane. 

Does it allure the end of the exquisite?

Does it set right the beginning of another marvel?

For the unloved, it brings hope. 

For an unbeliever faith.

For the hardworker, it ushers peace.

For the wicked fear.

Yet a stranger it stands, 

evoking its unbiased purpose.