Sonnet 16

oh death, tuning of your voice makes me tremble Taking our loved ones,whom we love dearly Making them Fall to the ground, as if tumble Sending them into Youthful grave early People Crying in pains, because of you Instilling the fear in them; causing havoc Letting down extravagant life , cos they're few Now taking beloved ones whom we trust Young and aged fears you; perception of storms Ravaging people's life; destroying them No where to be found; making them torn Having sadness thrust upon 'em Oh death, shadows screaming nightmare scream Bereaved, seeing it to be a day dream