The Flash of Death

This poem is about I imagine death would be. It can be confusing, and quite a psychological sense. I hope you will see what I see,feel what I feel.
You saw a bright light,
One that you cannot fight.
You try to cry out,

only managed a short shout
A star fell upon you,
You are no fool.

Fate uses you as a tool.
And his heart stays cool,
Treating you like a fool

You are in death's arms,
And you must remain calm.
He had stopped the time,

It suited you so fine.
Rest now, poor soul,
prepare for the eternal cold.
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