Sting

Old man,
You are such a fearsome guy
I hold my breath
Thinking you I can't defy

Your faceless face
No eyes can stand to see
I am amazed
At how scary you can be

Your bony arms
They are too cold and lonely
Zero percent charm
Oh don't you ever touch me!

To stop you from coming
I have no power
But to lessen the sting
Here is a flower

I'm a soul with a heart
And non-matter belongings
If you cause me to part
Body and world I'll be leaving

But my heart I take
Wherever I go
A love you can't break
For my loves and my Lord

Now tell me, O Death,
Where is thy sting?

Photo credit: http://mcvie5.blogspot.com/2011/12/death-becomes-us.html