One of Two Ways
I am who I am. I write poetry and paint really badly. Please be patient.
When the time comes
Just before your possible demise
All that you can think
Is nothing, time has run out!
The grim will prepossess
Your soul from the wreckage,
When you least expect it.
Be vigilant, be ready!
His dark eyes show you evils;
His razor sharp scythe
Judges all deeds,
Death is still the only certainty.
HE chooses whether it will be
Slow and agonizing for the evil,
Or fast and easy for the good.
He is not always fair!
Remain awake, for he is coming,
All that matters is
Spiritual purity
As death will always be a certainty!
© 2019 Wendy Engela