Seeing Death

A poem about feeling near death

And death you came upon me

with such a vengeful vision;

fear gripped my bleeding heart

and begged my soul to listen.

A sickness came, an illness ruined

the man I knew before.

It shattered all I thought so safe

to pieces on the floor.

Reapers stood above me, with

faces so grey and grim.

Satans desire was to send me to

fire, but the heavens denied

that right.

Courage I sought, in pain my life

wrought and yet I'll stand and fight...

death won't draw near til' its time my dear

and that time isn't now.

Many a way you have to stray, so fight

and make your life bright.