Melody of death

I felt my touch cold

That is when I started

to make my mind bold

It fired the fringe of a final moment

Luck put my life at stake

which as I understood

is virtual and fake

though the pain has never been clement

The mighty herald told me it’s the end

The time now gave

a life that will win a bend

I ran allover the life’s good breadth

I asked “When would you come?”

The pale reply was

“When you lose your gum”

That was the voice of the Death.