The Ominous Approach

The human figure of a black shadow,
Slowly strolling through a vivid park.
White petals fall down around him,
In a striking contrast so very stark.

He walks as slow as the Earth turns,
With each step the "clack" of heels.
Absorbing in his surroundings,
His head gazes straight and never reels.

You know that he's coming,
Approaching closer and closer each day.
Like lightning that must strike the ground,
A pittance that you must pay.

Once started a tidal wave will eventually destroy,
It is only a matter of time.
The anticipation and suspense,
Of Mother Nature committing a crime.

His pace quickens and he jogs,
He catches a glimmer in his sight.
Quick!, stop him now!,
You will die if he touches the light!

He maintains an all-out sprint,
Even long after his legs are tired.
He will not be the one dying today,
That was not why he was hired.

God: "O, Death, I beseech ye,
To not allow this mortal eternity.
Please kill him when it is time,
O, Death, I beseech ye".

Death: "My will be done in thy name,
For no man shall possess your power.
I shall follow this fated soul,
Minute-by-minute, hour-by-hour".

Close the light, zip it up tight.
Don't allow even a shimmer to show.
Refrain from costful errors,
And allow your light to grow.

Then all at once when Death is not ready,
Consume his entire being within the Light,
Destroy him in one fell swoop,
And never again your Death you will fight.