Emotion poem: Death

Look over there,
Do you see her?
The girl standing over there,
Staring at the crowds.
She has long black hair,
And ghostly pale skin.
Wearing black leather clothes,
She is Death.
She walks all around,
Carefully picking out a victim.
It could be anyone;
Male, female, strong, weak.
She has many forms and shapes,
A gun, a disease, a car accident.
She can be anywhere at any time,
For she is Death.
Her companions are Sorrow and Fear,
Helping her finish the job.
When they are standing behind her,
It means someone's going to die.
It could be you or me.
It could be the lady in red,
Or the man in the blue suit.
You never know.
Death is so unexpected,
It happens anywhere, anytime.
Accident or not,
Fate or is it?
She spies her victim,
She heads towards us!
Alas we cannot run,
For she is Death.