Two drowned kings once met on Death’s island,
a boat to share for them to steer for the shores of life or the bliss of heaven,
yet they fought each other on the sands of time to be the sole buccaneer towards life’s vanity,
knowing that neither would triumph, they tore the vessel apart.
Alas left with,
purgatory for home and hell for company.
starved off their selfish love to a hating cycle,
they begged for a swift end from the bed of eternal torment they created,
Death has never been known to be merciful
He sailed to Life, grim with his task to deport more souls,
with Death, it’s never personal.