Some seek shelter from life's brutality
That which Mistress Night does provide;
A shield from pain,
An umbrella for tears,
A sentry for fear,
An acceptance of self.
But all the same,
There is a power she lacks
By one's own or another's hand,
Does Sir Death not claim her children?
By laughter, happiness, smiles, love
Does young Princess Light rule.
The people of her kingdom
Hear her voice ring out in song
Of hope, of friendship,
Of freedom, of justice.
But is her kingdom not stained
By the cold hands of Sir Death?
He claims her people without hesitation,
And even the Kingdom of Light will fall.
So once all great civilizations
Have burned to a grey ash,
No one but Sir Death may claim to have
Shelter, power, freedom, or life.
He claims our children,
Spreads our plagues,
Speeds our years,
Starts our wars.
And though many try to flee,
Even Night and Light succumb.
- Title: Sir Death
- Artist: Asa Nisi Mese
- Description: I dug up some of the poetry I wrote when I was younger and am pretty proud of this piece.
- Date: 06/02/2020
- Tags: death
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