Tell

Death locks herself--
between life and eternity.
Lulling to sleep, millions,
causing pain, billions.

She places, among Holy Scripts,
pretty thoughts.

Lies or truths?
Only those in her sleeping den
can tell.

Eternal souls,
and her eternal Woe
or--is it Joy?

Only those in her claws--
Gentle.
can tell.

But will not tell.