Death Comes On Wings

Death comes on wings of a crow
Small and invisible comes death
You don’t know he’s even there
Death sliently comes to anyone
He comes quick without knowing
Takes life with one stroke
He’s gone in flash of smoke
He leaves only memories in its place


One response to “Death Comes On Wings

  1. Crows are like the messengers of death. I like how poetry embraces them and I too wrote about those wonderful, beautiful dark creatures.

    This post is also a good example of what I said. Well done.

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