The Swift Plunge of Death

One friend,
Two friends,
Three friends,
Four. Five.
All gone.

In the Blink of an eye,
They disappeared.
Vanished,
As soon as they appeared.

The Reaper came,
Swooped right in.
The darkness came,
And all light failed.

Nothing we could do,
Not a word spoken,
Not an I love you,
Or being right there...
Nothing could save them.

Creating another wound or five.
One at a time,
Another blow, another life lost.
The swift plunge of death,
Wins battle after battle.