The ancient white poem

No tengo idea de que estaba pensando cuando lo escribí, ni siquiera recuerdo haberlo escrito. Se que es mío porque estaba en mi carpeta de creaciones. Bien podría tratarse de algún poema para una historia de fantasía que nunca escribí, decidan ustedes:

The ancient white poem

Have you ever known about the Death? 

Have you ever seen it In the corpse's eyes? 

Have you ever heard it through your window? 

Searching for your soul, following your shadow? 

Can you dream in the starling night? 

Or do you wait for it sitting in your chair? 

Can you sleep well, as if you're alive? 

Or do you pray for the end of your life?