Death

Death's not what you think
It doesn't ride a horse
Or carry a scythe
It doesn't wear black robes
Or look like a specter

It is here. All around
People don't see it
When it comes to town
They deny it's exhistence
But it is oh so real
Most other cultures
Go about like its a meal

We don't like to acknowledge
The only thing that's real
We will all die
And never get a good deal

Death carries an axe
And ride a great dragon
It will come when it's ready
You don't get a say
Even if you try
It's not yours anyway