~The Boy~
As I venture near a coldness I fear
the very winds of time stand still
a ghostly figure wanders back and forth
a scene I'm sure many has seen before
I speak up with a shaky confidence
I begin to call it by the title we gifted it,Death

~Death~
I sense a living being in my presence
a heartbeat that's not failing
I turn around to see him him utter a title
I never liked it but who I am to be choosy
I spoke with a calm demeanor
asking this boy why do they linger

~The Boy~
It asked me why I am I here
I spoke up with my spirit trembling in fear
Why do you take away what we hold dear?
Why are you the one that comes to our end?

~Death~
I started to answer but I stopped suddenly
whose this boy to question my very being
yet I feel like my side should be told
so I said I was designed to reap souls
no matter what attachment they have I collect
it's not out of spite it's just way the game was set

~The Boy~
I stared and consumed his cold answer
my heart breaking thinking of the lost ones that matter
I don't know why I'm able to see you
I was hoping i could get answers from you

~Death~
I dont know either little one
it's not your time for us to meet
so go back and remember I'm not the enemy

~The Boy~
I left in a confused state
having awakened from that strange dream
how sleep is said to be close to death
I guess through her is how we met

©lunarwolf
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