Deaths Design Poem by Doctor Dashaun Snipes

A darkness descends upon the night
As the reaper's shadow casts its fright
A chill runs down the spine
As death's design begins to align
The moon hides behind the clouds
As the wind whispers mournful sounds
A feeling of dread fills the air
As death's presence becomes aware
The smell of decay lingers on
As the ground awaits its solemn dawn
The end of life, the final breath
As death takes its toll, unafraid of death
Gothic figures dance in the moonlight
As the mourners gather in the sight
Of the coffin, cold and bare
As death's design is now laid bare
Flowers wilt and candles melt
As the mourners' tears are heartfelt
A life cut short, a soul set free
As death's design is meant to be
But in the midst of this despair
A sense of hope, a glimmer of care
For death is the natural end
Of a life that we must all defend
So let us embrace death's design
For it is a part of life's grand design
And though it may bring us sorrow
It reminds us to live today, not tomorrow.

Authorship by Dr. Dashaun Snipes
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