Death Came Knocking, Without a Clue

In the land of the dead, where silence reigns,

There lies a poem that no one explains,

A story of sorrow, of grief, and of pain,

A tale that no one ever dares to proclaim.

It speaks of a time when life was once bright,

When love and laughter filled the night,

But then came a moment, a sudden blight,

That took away all that was once right.

The words are etched on a tombstone so bare,

The letters so still, they seem unaware,

Of the tragedy that brought them there,

A reminder of a life that was once fair.

The poem tells of a love so true,

Of a heart that beat for only you,

But fate had other plans in view,

And death came knocking, without a clue.

The words are filled with a mournful tone,

Of a life that now feels so alone,

Of a love that will forever be known,

In the land of the dead, where it has flown.

The poem speaks of a journey so long,

Of a soul that has passed on,

Of a spirit that continues to belong,

In a place where the living are gone.

It's a reminder of our own mortality,

Of the end that awaits us all inevitably,

But it also speaks of the immortality,

Of a love that lives on in eternity.

Always remember the words that were once said,

For they are a testament to the love we've shed,

And a reminder that death is not the end,

It is the beginning of the journey to another dimension.