Death glance

Death doesn't play fair.
He comes out of no where!.
But you should be warn.
Good willing must be ere.

But, I have no longer fear.
I shall welcome him as an old familiar.
Thus, I shall put an ending to this Fiddling margin.
And fair welling to these Lovers.

Along a preaching the skis.
My soul, and the familiar fellow.
Closer and closer to the shining stars..
Beneathing the fair welling lovers.

Floating with thee, I were vacant.
Where art thou taking me?.
To reward nor Torment?.
Thee shall see, Thee shall see.
I deadly dread, I were as a Nun beneath, above as a priest.

He Stared in pry.
Thou art one,in friendly he say.
And my Concerns art blown as a hay.
I'm heading the Immortality way.

And the Pleasures art never be glut.
Thus a poem between briers and daffodils.
Painting the all mighty's Mercy's.
A treat of a Belle,and doing to her without Guilt.

The familiar turned to me.
thou art beyond, beyond thy glee.
the Non Features visage, that's "HE".
But thankfully a spirit can't pee.

Now I shall wake.
just a death glance until the time He take.
But no longer fear.
"Death must be near".
"Death must be near".

By: Mujahed Muneeb