Hello, my name is Death, though you may not see me I am there,
Some are afraid of me but most unaware.
I lurk in places that most men go,
Some call it entertainment; some call it a show.
I rest in some men’s pockets; they protect me with their life,
I am the escape, the temptation from a good man’s wife.
I am the veil that covers your eyes,
I portray beauty when I am lies.
In my arms strong men I coddle,
Sedating them with contents of a bottle.
I am rarely quick, more often slow,
Most men don’t think or even know.
That I am the author of their destruction,
Their last touch the ultimate seduction.
No man can escape my grip,
All will come to me with one look, one sip.
I am the ruler of every man,
Not one will slip from my hand.
Curse that Man for whom I quake,
The night is over; the dawn shall break!
He took from me what was once mine,
In his hands thy keys you’ll find.
With bottle, With power, I tempted thee,
Still, he stood in victory.
For when I thought I sealed man’s fate,
He crushed my head and opened the gate.
All are free who follow this Man,
I must release by his command.
But alas, though he took the keys from thee,
The men he seeks still prefer me.
For in their life I shall be,
I must not let them find this Man with the key.