Death slinks on silent feet

It 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