He Will Die Poem by freya Wood

As he runs he’ll sob and cry,
I laugh as I watch from up high.
He knows that death is chasing him,
His chance of survival ever so slim.
He can’t fight so he won’t try,
And he knows he will die.

He can hear death chasing him,
He knows he’ll pay for every sin.
Though he runs his hope is dead,
Slowly he feels his heart been bled.
Now he’s started to quietly cry,
And he knows he will die.

He does know his end is near,
All I can feel is his fear.
His heart beets fast it soon will stop,
His blood, I’ll take every drop.
With his death I will sigh,
And he knows


He did die