The Nature of Death

Every road you take leads you to the end

To the cliff edge you can not see

You may leave behind trail markers along the way

But that trail that you’ve marked,

In hope someone follows

Leads them to death as well.

You are on an island,

One so high up in the sky,

Or one with no reef,

Just the endless deep,

Of the inevitable.

Whichever way you go,

It will follow

You are it’s prey

And it, the perfect hunter

Some have tried to cure some causes of it,

Kill it where it stands

No one has ever succeeded,

They prolong the end in hopes that they lead

Others to the ultimate cure.

Death is untimely

Wise, and defying

It sees all,

It claims all,

It is the ultimate hunter

So what use is there in running?