Quietus

Grim was a formidable enemy
Hide and seek – a game we play
Daunting and frightening
She was the hunter and I was prey

Grim is a cunning thief
Collecting souls of the innocent
Stolen from crumbling families
Her eyes mocking and insolent

Day by day, life pose to be a prison
Thus making Grim a kindness you earn
The departed no longer feels pain
I blew the fire on the candle we burn

Now I yearn for Grim
Like the night yearns for stars
A longing for an end
A start for my memoirs