Death never loses,
On this mortal plane.
Death's Cold Dark Hand,
Wins time and time again.
But when we leave,
This human plane.
And arrive contented,
In a new spiritual land.
There's no warm welcome,
For Death's Cold Dark Hand.
Copyright Shaun Cronick 2019.All Rights Reserved.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Death's Cold Dark Hand....very strong and poetic phrase...well done the good poet dear Shaun 10++++
Thanks Soran for your superb and always welcome kind comment sir. I'm glad you enjoyed reading it. Take care Soran and enjoy life. I wish you well my friend.