The First Encounter

I am not Emily, and
Death is no longer a friend.
I saw his face,
And it left me riven.

He betrays life and
Rips love apart.
He cuts my eyes and
Bruises my heart.

His proudest eyes boast
Man's despair.
His soulless heart
Is all but fair.

His callous hands
do naught but scythe.
No man dares fight
Against his might.

I shut my eyes
trying to keep,
each strand of life
he did unweave.