Death

Death; the feared majesty of all known truths,
a brooding shadow following scentless,
hovering close behind hidden like sleuths
in the midnight when the clock strikes lifeless.
Come to rob prematurely the mother
of her newborn child and gentle husband,
taking without return as no other,
selfishly stranding the widow saddened.
Drifting indifferently in a black boat
down the swiftly rushing river of tears
and blood of the bodies that cannot float,
this adumbration defeats mortal years.
None may flee the dark inevitable
as the hour glass drains on the table.