Death

Death walks into the battleground with her head held high.
Her white dress flows behind her,
A stark contrast to the dirt filled bloody ground.
Some beg her to warm their beds,
Others spit at her face.
But she walks on with tired eyes.
Two children and two lovers in two and a half minutes,
Life loses this round.

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