Death’s Child

Death upon a golden throne,
saddened by the lives he takes,
comforted by the peace he brings.

Death reaps what others have sown,
giving judgement as he guides.
Solemn in judgement,
hearts thrown askew by death.

Death wanders, awaiting his own time.
Then, Death finds one of his own,
a small child, now held in his arms.

For the first time, Death smiles.