Death

silently, stalking, surreally, it comes, its chilling breath and hollow eyes, its rustling of cloak and gleaning bones, all arrive at a time most unwelcome.

rare is a man who does not fear it, common is a man who forgets it, rare is a man welcomes it, common is a man who aids it.

who does it choose as its next friend, young, old, middle, it has no preference, a companion is all it seek, for even a brief period before the soul flees.

every hour, every minute, every second, it pays a visit to someone near, those who seek it shall find it, those who hide from it shall be gone as well.