Death's song plays in tune, <br />in tune with lives he holds in his hands. <br /> <br />He plays of loneliness and depression to <br />come, <br />he sings of lost lives and death itself counting <br />down until the lives of mortals are all gone. <br /> <br />Death keeps his tune with a flute that he hides <br />behind shadows and tucks deeply within. <br />His heart turned dark years and years before the moon <br />was introduced to the sun, <br />and before life corresponded to death. <br /> <br />He cared for no one and was taken the job of <br />holding lives, <br />lives of the lonely, the sick, <br />and the heartache, <br />he was told he couldn't come back, <br />so he spends eternity sitting beneath the <br />shadows, <br />of the layers of dark corridors and dark passageways <br />of people's worst nightmares, <br />and the last thing you'll ever hear, <br />is the death's tune loud and clear.<br /><br />Elizabeth Tyease Collins<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-s-song/
