Principles Of Death

You are just a speck of dust in power when compared to the great principles of death,

Your authority, your wish is as imperceptible as it is minuscule,

As the Horror of Shade looms in the shadows,

And clouds of melancholy are let astray,

The tomb of unprecedently unravels in the sight of your eyes,

As you remain unaware of your last day,

As you are mourned slow and forgotten soon,

It feels as if autumn has left but it's a dry monsoon,

A drop of halcyon makes its way,

Beneath the brow, of the body, left to abandon finally free and away,

As He giveth' life away too he taketh',

The soul trapped in the body roams now like a skylark, abiding by the principles of death...