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deathwalk
and Death came to live,
in this ragged place
far from the chill,
of winter's maze.
at dawn He woke
before the common flock,
heaving a clumsy pouch
set for his walk.
rambelled He down the cobblestone,
the highway bore a path alone.
not far had He travelled thus,
Death came across a human cub,
who lustfully with ignorance,
does suck upon his mother's breast.
and Death,oh His bitter Death,
with a vileful smile,he stole away
the urchin's soul,while his nurturer,
with painted woe,in those eyes of grey,
confronted Death,with spiteful tongue,
ordered the life he took,and till he gave
back her son,around His neck she herself hung.
and Death,
ignored those snobs of the mortal being
carried on his walk,with his early reap.
passed he through a hundred stones
till mid-day sun,and the mourning she,
made thrist qwell inside,his heated self.
but smiled did Death,in this heath of glee.
no sooner than the heaven's eye
had perched over His burned head
He heard the chant of a lover's cry
underneath of rotten Maple's bed.
spineless Death heaved ahead
saw their lips meet,
as blissfully as the morning dew
beautify the flower's bed.
and with that cruel smiling face
took an other's from the other,
even as the rueful self
clinging to his neck,
warned the youths,of their fate
and the moistened love in thee lips
lost the moist to the heaven's beast.
as the Maple red turned to dust
oh mistress thine,lost her lust.
oh..the spiteful bearer forged away,
of blasphemies the shadowed being
had commiteth in this land of earth,
where ignorant Death had taken birth.
what she hadnt known,He was but alive
a figment of afterlife.
thus,smiled He with mockery
at the laments from a blunted knife..
as Death treaded away,
like a wornful tramp..
till the gleaming sun tired of life
dimmed in the dusk's lamp..
He heard the cry of another's child
playing in sun's narrow light..
and Death creeped behind that naked face,
grappled away his mother's brace
anguish within the narrow veins
of the aching spouse and the child.
but Death,joyous of its conquered soul
writhed towards its night beguiled.
on wintry night's silent heath,
when Death has worn its thickened sheath..
and just before sleep kills His day
as he rests His pouch upon the hay
sees a mournful crowd lament
an aged mortal in his deathly bed.
and Death,almost sluggish now,
crawls ahead with malevolence.
but as He casts along those grimful eyes,
vulturing the rotten meat-
The Mortal in his cheerful yelp,
sermonize Death's wretchedself..
"take thy to heaven or to hell"
he says,"life you live,is blessing indeed,
by the devil,to drown thee in grief.
this vainful world acts along,
with pretense in a wily stage.
Oh Death,Lost lover mourns no more!
she hath gotten herself an other restore.
and wombless child,in womb despise;
widowed man in ring demise.
Thou knowest not, in thee kill,
life in man thou instill.
For life on dust is god's deceit
leaving us with Death's counterfeit!"
fortelling thus he slept in peace-
perplexed Death saw death released..
gave a rueful cry of strife,
consumed himself his barren life.
