Walking down the street Death was Calm…
For everyone else it was an Alarm…
Life was standing down the Lane…
Calling each one for the Gain…
He was pristine with his composure Mid-Way…
‘Aren’t you scared?’ was the Death’s Say…
And the reply was quite prompt…
As nothing left for Life to tempt…
‘I was born with Happiness to Give’…
‘And I am left with the last to Believe’…
‘I always felt to share the remains with someone Else’…
‘But you were always on the mind for this one to Grace’…
‘Man standing down the lane took my heart years Back’…
‘And I gave him breath for a living to Track’…
‘Sorry to Gift you what is Left’…
‘But believe what I have is the Best’…
‘I am just something waiting to Frail’…
‘And my sleep shall Gift you an Immortal’s Holy Grail’…
