Death, an uninvited guest,
He with his humble words
Trys to look less intimidating
with his dark cloak and gloved hands.

I offered him my delicacies,
the sweet and fragrant ones.
But he rejected them,
saying he has no flesh to taste them.

I offered him my castles,
Tall and beautiful they were.
But he rejected it too.
He is a wanderer, he visits all.
He needs no residence.

At last i presented him
with my gold, my life's worth
but refused, he doesn't favor them, never had.

He seems unpleased by them all,
As a host i had failed .

Alas, he took what he came for,
My soul, My true possession.
That too without my permission,
Wasn't i a good host?

At last a soulless body is left
behind to mourn for my loved ones.
if i had been good to them.

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