I work with Death
To bring you in
I do not take your last breath
Nor do I judge your sin
I am the clock that ticks
The sand that falls
Your life I cannot fix
Your death I cannot stall
I am Time
I oversee all
Every good deed and crime
Is recorded now matter how great or small
I see all
But I can't do a thing
I am rather small
And feel as useless as a featherless wing
I am important though
I help things move on
I have no low
And am both dangerous and helpful to some
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The Death Poems: Collection 2
PoetryThe second collection of poems about darkness and evil. This collection will have everything from zombies to nightmares. Collection 3 is now published, so please check that one out as well.