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Death stared at me,
whilst I stared back
It sighed, disappointed,
and took my hand.

Its grip soft, yet hard,
its walk slow, yet steady,
its shoulders straight, head high,
yet its face, defeated

We walked on and the world
it turned dark and dreary,
we walked miles upon miles,
yet death did not weary.

Finally, we stopped
and came upon a door,
majestic and grand
a sight to behold.

But the voices therein
were a dichotomy so,
The door a happy mask
to the sadness below.

Death turned to look,
Its eyes a sad question
for why had I come
When my life was yet splendor

Unwanted was I,
my time had not come
As unwanted, said I
In the life I forsook.

Death nodded, yet sad
Many like you have come,
but I shall hope and pray
That one day ye are pardoned..

The door he thus opened
and I took my leave.
As friends we departed,
a woeful friend indeed.