Samarra 5

A servent was sent to the market place
An icy chill and a hooded figure
His own reflection upon its black face

Scared, he left that place to give death some space
worried that death, his soul would disfigure
Samarra calls to evade deaths embrace

In a stricken horror, he fell from grace
On his masters steed, a giant critter
The high city walls, his death would displace

A master left behind, to death gave chase
In the market he chastised with rigor
and asks why he acted with such disgrace

And Death replies with honesty and grace
"we must meet later", without a snigger.
"Twas my surprise to find him in this place"

Was the moral, death you can not erase?
It will hunt you down with vengeful vigour
When its your time, its no matter your pace.