Death II

In the abyss of night, where shadows crawl,

Death's specter looms, a chilling pall.

The Reaper's scythe, a blade so cold,

Claims every soul, both young and old.

In tombstone gardens, the whispers sigh,

As bones of the fallen, in stillness lie.

Life's candle flickers, then fades to naught,

In the icy grip of death, all battles are fought.

The void awaits, a yawning maw,

Where all must tread, without a flaw.

In darkness shrouded, we take our last breath,

A haunting dirge, the dance with death.

Eternal slumber, in the abyss we keep,

In death's embrace, the secrets we shall reap.

A somber verse, a lament to the night,

In the depths of darkness, we take our flight.