It may lose battles but will always win the war.
It feasts on its victims yet hungers for more.
Its touch can be hard handed and in haste.
It can be lanquid and soft like a lovers embrace.
It can be cruel and innocents will fall.
It can bring change and peace to all.
It never lived yet we all fear it well.
It may grant us eternal bliss or a fiery hell.
It looms in the darkness drawing closer as we sleep.
It patiently waits for its reward to reap.
It is inexorable it is alls fate.
It may come early or may come late.
It yields for nothing its power absolute.
Its name quakes the bravest to the root.
Some seek it out, still others elect to hide.
It finds us all on the black steed it rides.
No living soul can escape their fate.
All you can do is sit and wait.
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