No door is opened after I knock.
No one answers my doorbell ring.
Not a soul replies when I cry out.
When I come, they deny my name.
I call upon them for final justice.
Fear in their heart turns me away.
I seek closure to the cycle of life.
They only see the mortal decay.
Not once do they accept the signs.
Through the door I hear their cries.
“Death returns to end our lives!”
They know my visit isn’t benign.
In my place of rejection and pain;
I resolve one day to return again.
For in the end all the tables turn.
I ignore all pleas and seize my win.