He knocks on my door
Early at first light
There comes an uninvited guest.
Riding on a black cloud
With a beard as dark as night
And a sly grin on his face.
We all know what he came for.
But no one intended or expected his arrival.
He knocks louder.
Nearby ravens flee in fear.
And the silent noises become louder.
Outside, death is lurking.
Creeping and peeking in our windows
As we all wearily stare.
Suspiciously at the old
Suspiciously at the sick
But we all know
It can be anyone.
Death holds no favour.
The rich, the sick, the young, the beautiful, the famous, and the poor
He takes whom he wills.
He has neither a standard nor a race.
So fair is his unfair embrace.
He is as pure as a newborn.
And he does not judge.
Just an angelic messenger
On a quest to return the lost children
To the garden of the father
And when he claims you,
The womb of the earth will be ripped open.
Stripped naked and bare skin
Inside Earth, they will abandon you.
Surrounded by nothing but darkness
Your faith will comfort you.
Either it is heaven, hell, the resurrection, eternal life, or nothingness.
Death is a fate that we will all share.