Death comes,
Stealthily quiet.
Silent on leopard's feet.
Waiting.
Until the right moment
To reveal itself.
Then it becomes a Rider.
On a black steed,
Whose hooves clatter
On cobblestones.
Letting everyone know
He's arrived.
Then he claims his victim,
And changes once more.
Into a dragon,
Black and long.
More like a serpent
Than anything else.
And with his precious cargo
He disappears;
Until he is called
Once more.
-Zoe
1 comments:
I really like this because it doesn't personify death as a creepy skeleton dude in a long black robe, death is a different creature to everybody and I really like how you showed that here.
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