Wind and Rain
Always falling
People running
Never calling
Chilly heat
An even death
"Who is there?"
With his last breath.
He called aloud,
Fear of Pain
Watching Blood
Fall like rain.
Neither quick
nor neither slow,
Death draws near,
In his hand a bow.
"Bow To Death,
You Need Not Fear.
I Shall Bring To You
What You Hold Most Dear."
The man shakes,
The blood almost gone.
His thoughts depleting,
It's nearly done.
But then a light
Showed through the dark
Everbright
But the man made no remark.
Death had already consumed him.

