Death

Cold, cold, cold,

A step towards the untold,

I dare not move,

Lest I be removed,

From this too short life,

Of my pain and strife,

For I would miss that warmth,

Thus I cannot conform,

To accept this fate,

To pass that Gate,

Would be all too bad,

That would leave all sad,

Yet I cannot resist,

That distant voice that insist,

I leave and bade fatewell,

A voice much like a spell,

And so I close my eyes,

As others cry,

Cold, cold, cold,

A step towards the untold.