Pain of Death by Princewill Webber

Pains, pains, so painful it is
This, this pain of death,
Like the sting of a scorpion
With an excruciating pain.
I have not known any pain as thee,
So unparalleled is any to thee.

You are powerful, trekking unrestrained
Into the path you never trod
Quinine noted for efficacy to water pain’
Never efficacious yet to humble thee
Oracles were consulted to exterminate thee
Self-employed means even couldn’t extirpate
Your diabolical digits fastened on hearts.

Like a child with an inquisitive mind,
I ask – where do you dwell?
But in growl hoarse you replied
“I am here, there, and everywhere,
Like the air so universal.”

I felt dejected, fidgeting as you inflicted
Your venom to the domain of thought
Stealthily, suddenly you came and swept off
My feet into the unfathomable sea of misery
And there helplessly yearning for the life
Of your slain I stood motionless, speechless, incapacitated.

What perplexing scene unimaginable
To see the footwear, clothing and belongings
of the deceased.
You are a thief!
A thief that’s not a thief!
Had I seen you ere you came,
Then double-barrel would have triggered at you.
Had I known your coming,
Then I a watch I would have set,
Seeming to be invisible yet invisible.

What sort of world is this?
Full of misery, full of woes!
With lives shortlived,
With a gleaming, admirable face causing tears
Like a rose in the young day
Scorched by the heat of the day;
Like the rising Sun that wakes and sleeps
As it recedes from sight;
As swift as the lightening, you fade and varnish
Just in a moment made so desperate
From Genesis thou remains inexplicable
And unsearchable – thou mysterious death.