You come whenever you please,
Leaving decay, misery and sorrow in your path.
You take every drop of essence from things,
Not caring about what happens after that.
You beckon out to those you choose,
And leave others behind.
Disappearing into the night,
Like some lone rider on his black stallion.
Comment: I wrote this poem right after the death of my uncle. I guess you can say I was inspired; sadly enough.
© Suzanne
