Get your post off. This is a poetry thread not a chat thread. Ahem.
Our greatest fears can come
But, how soon will they?
Death can be gruesome for some
and others can be serene
but yet still others can be dumb
Either a life can be lost or saved
when the time has come for it
Or it can be as simple as bathed
in blessings or flames of hell
Life is to short for trivialities
and even for a few games
But, what about some simplicities?
But, as you get closer to it
what is it really?
Death. The final note.