When Death Walks In

When Death walks in
I feel the cold draft

I watch him glide through
Robes flowing around him

He looked at me
With his cold blue eyes

I stood, meeting his gaze
He smiled

I knew it was not my time
I knew who he came for

I didn't get down on my knees
I didn't beg him

I stood and stared on
While death stared back at me

Finally he turned away
Gliding into the hospital room

I heard his echoing laugh
Bouncing around in my head

I waited to see him return
But from the room he did not

I know him too well
When death walks in