Death, The Ultimate

Although,

Death stole us all,

None dared to rival,

To seek vengeance,

Or to strike a compromise.

Each time,

Death checked its pending list,

And promptly fixed the coffin bolts,

Then strutted to fetch a hopeful soul.

It jibed at those misty lives,

Stretched between morn and night,

Little did Death know,

Life was water-like,

It could leak into another life,

From a bolted coffin's crevice.