Keegan Hanslow, Grade 7, De La Salle College
Death the end of life.
A sad mysterious end stricken by a knife.
A soul slashed in two a pain of never-ending fear.
Unimaginable devastation no escape is to be clear.
A shadow disintegrated as a life disappears.
A final drop of tear, dripping down a hard cold cheek.
A final gasp of air as their is no light.
Then their must be an end to a final fight
A dark soul has been reaped. Never to be heard again a story you must not speek