A Sweet Release
Falling into pieces
She lies there on the ground
Not knowing where her life has gone
She only wears a frown
Death stands beside her to take her soul away
She begs for one more chance only one more day
Death lifts his scythe to split soul from body
She feels a relief not known to anybody
Freedom finally came in the shape of a scythe
She is free at last and enduringly at peace
Death may appear as a dark knight
Although for some he is the light
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