The Grim Reaper

 Hey, everyone. Today, I shall present to all my readers a rather sobering poem on the morbid topic of death. Dark and melancholic, I hope it invokes emotions of the strongest degree in you. Cheers

Death

At the end of this tunnel of light

There is a hole of darkness

Try as hard as we might

It shall pull us all into its embrace

Death is its name

Feared it is by all men

The final blow, the endgame

Never will  you feel again

How sad it is,

When one does ponder

How brief life is

And death, how much longer 

-Invictus