Death's Poem

It was midnight, and the Moon was glowing strong in the sky...

But suddenly, everything became dark.

And then, a shiny, little, white, tiny spot.......appeared.

And he focused on that little spot. And the white, sooner became blurred...

And the blurred, suddenly smelt blood.

And sooner than later, the white spot became red.

And the red, suddenly became cold.

And the cold, my friend, sooner left. And became death.

And that's why, my friends, they call Death a White man wearing a very dark Black coat.

But if you pay attention closely, you also notice the Red, the Blurred, the Blood smell and, of course, the Cold.

But never, ever, the Name.