Deadly Harvest

Whar do you think of this prose?

I still fear thee Death though many times I have seen yon face,
and on few occasions been close enough to shudder from the coldness of thy robes,
Thy intent for me has been shown through thy cold melancholic caress on those near,
I grieve thine same melancholy
Yet I know ye alongside Father Time await patiently my audience
Brother Death I beg thee know no remorse at mine end
For I pity thee thine task and know ye be my lone lifelong companion along my path, abreast
Strike true dear brother, smite with blade keen
And pray spare me bear thy burden of Misery for,
I have borne but one ear of thine deadly harvest,
And yet I crumble at its weight
I like it too- not mine sorry. It’s anonymous- maybe Norse? medieval? from a very old book.

personaly i like it ,

Clint Walker in “Deadly Harvest”