Death Options

[greenwich]

Death is a gentleman in a weathered trench coat.
His sunglasses shield his burning eyes.
The ample holes in his shoe
take in spare souls,
who have wallowed
in their meths misery.
Death has no fear of subways
or crossroads.
His mission is too precise,
conjurer of tricks
repenters can never work it off.
He licks his lips with each given soliloquy
Those are the tastiest of souls
and before you know it
you're hitchhiking to the West
is his way

[Ali zonak]

Death is a gentleman in a weathered trench coat
His sun glasses shields his burning eyes
The ample holes in his shoes
takes in spare souls,
who have wallowed
in their meths misery.
Death has no fear of subways
or crossroads
His mission is too precise,
conjurer of tricks
repenters can never work it off.
He licks his lips with each given soliloquy
Those are the tastiest of souls
and before you know it
hitch hiking to the West
is his way

Hello, Greenwich;
death had been depicted in many ways, but I like your description of the reaper; nicely done. There some grammatical errors, as in L.2, L.4, and I think those last four lines might require further clarification. Why in particular would hitchhiking to the West be his way? Enjoyed the image of Death in a trench coat shielding his burning eyes with sunglasses, etc. Quite different from other depictions of the great equalizer.
Ali