Poem: Death

His eyes fell on his tombstone
Laying in the dark graveyard
Seeing the proof of his death
He never imagined to be so hard
Hearing his loved ones cry in agony
Watching how he'd slowly died
Seeing the pain in their eyes was
Something he could never abide
His eyes were ready to cry
But had no life at all left
And then so slowly towards him
The dark hooded man crept

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