Death

 

Be damned, the essence

Of your existence,

For it endures,

Beyond my persistence,

What is it,

If not an edifice-

Feeble and frail?

For, my wraiths,

Their hearts

bursting with vice,

Descend upon you-

A malevolent,

Burning hail,

What is it,

If not a structure

So delicate,

Bricks of bones

Brusquely assembled,

With blood

To amalgamate?

No, mortal,

It won’t hold

Against my fury,

And the violent tides

Of fate,

Be wary, human,

Of the day we meet,

For I lie in wait,

Unbeknownst,

Just outside,

Across the street