DEATH

It welcomed me,
It opened it's arms,
It grinned an evil grin.
It cunningly ushered me,
With promises of a better place.
It came in the form
Of the blade of a sword,
Of blood being spilt.
It lured me,
It was tantalizingly close.
It sought me.
When I refused it,
It bribed,
It begged,
It pleaded.
I knew fighting it
Was impossible.
But still, I resisted.
It allured,
It enticed,
It beckoned,
It seduced to great extents.
My resistance fell;
Came crumbling down.
It pulled me
With might immeasurable.
I then became it's victim.