5It soars on paper wings
Death in cunning and deceit
It bites, it scratches, clings
Death is an elegy long and soft
A chalice full to the brim
With poison lifted, held aloft
Spilt till the light turns dim
Death is cruelty yet death is love
A love of pain and hate
Death is perfection in an iron glove
Corrupted with malice and hate
Death my smile upon your face
Or death my pounce with lightning grace