When Azrael, the pale rider came visiting
By his dead smile, I could tell that my soul was to be served
So I stood quivering like banana leaves caught in a terrible tornado.
As the imaginary grip around my neck tightened
My eyes almost bulging out of the sockets that held them firm
And every bit of hair on my body stood like soldiers on halt
As my fears started to nudge me nonstop,
Suddenly all became crystal clear
I was being summoned to the great beyond, to the final address where all mortals go
Eyes shut, breath beginning to fade... My mind held in the thoughts;
"Kullu nafsin zaykatul maut (surely every soul shall taste death),
As I am about to kiss the dust, I leave you and yours with my best wishes, forget not death, whose shadow stalks your every move... La ilâha illallähu"
Black out!
© keesmuuah💕