Decease

• Nigel Pinto, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2008

A dark cloud in the pure and brightened sky
I am present in each and every day
Although the light of life may shine
I am the one who takes the light away

I am the loud and deadly storm indeed
Each trace of life is quite calm before me
From me no man shall ever be freed
I surround every land and every sea

A few may slip from within my grasp
Against me they shall try to defend
Eventually they shall breath their last
For i shall catch up once again

Though not all is lost in the end
For along with death comes life again