Death

In the dark of night

There he lay

Shivering with fright

As the essence of fear

Engulfed his soul

Unable to speak

Unable to breathe

For his time had come

And he knew it was real

The angel of death

Had arrived on time

Perfect to the minute

Punctual to the second

The time for repentance

Was about to pass

He begged his Lord

In a silent prayer

“Forgive me Ar Rahim

For it was all his fault

He whispered in my ears

Pleasures of which I sought

I was blinded by lust

And to him I gave my trust,

Shaitaan won fairly

But forgive me nonetheless

For I am but weak

Too weak to stand your trials

I know I have no claim

On the paradise for which

The maidens await,

But I do fear the flame

Promised to those who failed

On You I rest my hopes

In this time of dire need

I am but a slave

Destined to pay

The price of foolishness”

The times he played

The times he laughed

And went astray

Regret regret

And more regret...

In the soil he lay

Still and silently

As he waits and waits

For the day promised...