Death Stood By My Door Poem by Wegolonyo Erick

Darkness came a bent leaf,
By my door she stood.
Still, an unconscious thief!
Just incase she would
Be granted a wish well;
But what a joke we wept
All the cheers out our wells.
She fiercely there kept.
Death stood there by my door,
By my doorpost she peed.
Alas! There mocks the foe,
Lashing her browless lids.
I am one fallen warrior
B'se of the shadow of death:
All can do is jeer,
And the roses lie as wreath.
Death, though should know
That the strife she hailed
Shall one day also her show
Now, I leave that to my fists coiled.