• Death
    The sky full of beautiful colors
    A sea of black and red
    The screams of children full of fright
    All come with the darkness of night

    Ghostly clouds hiding a silver moon
    Blood red roses trying to bloom
    Roaring thunder of a once silent night
    Accompanied by a blinding light

    A lone figure haunting a field
    A single cloak as a shield
    Before its feet lye’s a single grave
    Moving on to dark filled days

    Never seen by the livings eye
    Seen only by those ready to die
    Sadness brought with each step
    (That is) that is the coming of death