Why do you smile silent stranger?
Do I humour you in my final moments?
As I await the cutting of the cord.
This grinning angel holds dominion over all.
A visitation none can avoid; despite our prayers
and wishes. Still, some seek his presence.
He stands in the shadows of life's corridor;
observing, counting, stalking. Oft-times striking
without warning, sometimes hovering awhile;
awaiting life's light to fade and fail.
Appointed by the creator, at time's beginning
to free our souls;
I fear this death fellow enjoys his work too much.
