Death
Can you feel it in the air?
Moving like wind through my hair.
Bringing pain and sorrow.
Fleeing before the light of tommorow.
Stealing a loved one's soul.
Fulfilling it's only role.
Enemies to life and time,
Catches us like a hook on a line.
Comes as the ultimate suprise.
Departs from us at sunrise.
This is my last breath,
For this... is death.
In Loving Memory of Ryan W. Taylor
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