Its sickle swung
Death called
All so soon
All so abrupt
and all so sudden
no time for prayers
no last words uttered
no time for a single thought
Lives simply ebbed
into nothingness
Ere the nick of time
And as wet winds blew
kiths and kins
family and friends
near and dear
unprepared
numbed and stunned
froze in grief
aghast in despair
to accept the truth
that death calls
sans any warning
May the souls RIP
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