death

As i sat upon those dank old stairs,
where i met a man who wasn’t there,
With cold dead eyes and a toothy grin,
He held my hand as thou light grew dim,
He whispered in my ear and took my pain,
And made a deal as it began to rain,

My soul to take i did offer the,
But instead he sat me a top his knee,
you will live forever for what you have done,

and strive to be the man you should become,
You will not die today nor tomorrow,
for your punishment alone is your endless sorrow,

immortal you will be till the day i say,
and until then you shall take a deep breath,
and remember my name.
for i am Death