Death's Silent Spectre

Silently through the door, Death barges in,
An entity of silence, a creator of the din.

Discriminating not, between the Old and the Young
Lives are simply his playthings; a little boy having fun.

The car wreck, killing a mother of two,
The young boy falling to his death at the zoo

So listen, dear children, both young and old,
For what i shall tell you simply must be told.

While, when you'll die, there's no way to tell,
True love in life breaks the chains of that Hell.

For if love is infinite, why not too the Soul?
Not all will disappear into Death's dark hole.

So fear not death, simply hate and strife
for the only true death is that of a wasted life.

Originally Posted by lamchopz (Post 366690) I see someone is also in the mood for poetry. I've been reading Yeats's (yes, Yeats's, not Yeats' or Yeat's) collection of poems. They're great. I like the poem. Is it your first attempt?

Originally Posted by Jikanu (Post 366714) Never heard of Yeats...