No one knows him.
No one ever tried.
He is known as a myth.
Everyone thinks he has died.
But yet he is there,
Watching and waiting.
He only shows himself once,
When they are endlessly hibernating.
He leads them on,
One step at a time.
He shows them the way,
Away from their climb.
He is a painful truth.
One made of breath.
He has seen all.
His name is Death.
Picture is not mine
Comments (5)
hi 🤗 i would like to feature this poem! could you please include a disclaimer whether the image used is yours or not, so it's all in accordance with our [guidelines]? any disclaimer of this kind would do - "image doesn't belong to me" or "image belongs to me". thank you very much!!
Sorry, I completely forgot about that I will change it right away.
u kinda spoiled it for anyone that knows greek haha :>
poem is really good though I think!
Reply to: 𝑯𝒂𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒔
Thanks! I knew some people would know but I still thought it was fun
Reply to: Lyria
for sure, yeah ^^