Death

I stand

Unseen sometimes

Lurking in the dark corners

Holding a scythe at the sharp turns

Shrouded in black

As clock ticks along

I walk

Amidst laughter and joy

Waiting for the perfect moment

To capture the soul

Leaving behind

Faces all forlorn

I stay

By your side

As you find yourself soulless

Eyes blank and anguished

Deeply contemplating

Your way out

I sit

Holding your hand

As you sleep

Dreaming peacefully

Of years bygone

With a satisfied smile