Death Comes Calling, When You Least Expect

 Death comes calling, when you least expect..

Cloaked in daggers, with tears of wreak.

As shadows of darkness, strip you of strength..

An empty space, remains at length.

You know not when, the hour will come..

Not date nor time, or whence it's from.

You must prepare, your bag to go..

To just one place, with the seeds you sow.

As you bid, this earth farewell..

You take with you, your eternal bell.

Those you leave, behind will cry..

For they don't know, where you will lie.

Behold, of friend, you must account..

For all your words, upon a mount.

The why's and where's, will not give sound..

If in a book, your name is not found.

Make haste, make haste and tarry not..

For your blinking eyes, will soon be shut.

Where you make, your bed to lie..

There your home, will see your tie.