• Death is like a gentle breeze,
    Cool and quick it snatches and snags,
    Grabs and bites and claws,
    It steals your soul and snatches your innocence,
    Gouges your eyes and gnaws at the heart,
    Eats your heart and drinks your blood,
    Death's eyes look like fear,
    Pitch black and yellow,
    Like portals to the soul,
    Call on him and he shall come on swift wings,
    To carry you away to Never Never Land.