Until the end

Until the end

Death

Chokes her.

It does not slip

Or sneak or creep

Into her

Tiptoeing through 

A long deep sleep.

It is not a twinkle in her aging eye

A crease on her palm

Its not a feeling

Of relief

Or grief.
Its a fight

A war, a bloody battle

Between body and afterlife

Disease and time

Death is shameless

No scruples

Just like she lived

In her life

Death

Is Tyrant.

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