11 August 2012
Slowly creeping,
Secret keeping.
Taking souls,
Leaving holes.
Leaving pain,
For personal gain.
A tyrant old,
Stories unfold,
Beneath the stare,
The stony glare,
Of Death's dark eyes,
You're petrified.
Tears flow,
Life will glow.
Filled with love,
Far above,
Lowly death.
Death • Opuss № I