Death, My Unloved Enemy

Death, my enemy, a lonely figure in the night

Stealing away all that is dear, without a second sight

He doesn't understand the language of kindness or love

His only purpose, to take and never give back

But perhaps, if he were not so feared and alone

Death would not be the thief that he has grown

Maybe, if he were loved and understood

He would not be the enemy that he's viewed

So She chooses to take a step forward and face her fear

She would not let death control her life, my dear

She is not ready to leave, not yet, for her time is not right

But when it comes, she will go with peace, without a fight

For death may be her enemy, but he is also my friend

They shall meet again, in the end, and their stories will blend

She would not fear him, for she knows he is a part of life

And in death, She will find peace, in the eternal light.