A Visitor called Death

I fear the visitor who may come,
On this day or any other
Unwelcome he is by me or my kin,
But it is at his mercy that I live by.

Uncalled he is the, foul specter of ill,
But neither a savage as he masquerades
Nor a blissful passing the monks praise
Unknown and unseen the only thing certain is his arrival.

I have glimpsed him many a nights

Shimmering beneath the flicker of shadows
I have seen him in day light too
Dancing in the midst of a crows funeral.

He is the mirage that sent chills down my spine
Yet he is the refuge that my soul craves

He is eternal and his embrace is infinite

And in that bosom that reeks of decay
The life I had flash behind my eyes
Like an unfinished dream that drifted off in my sleep.

Psss... The pic is a stolen one :)