Haiku: Death?

Oh, such Mysteries!
Is death beautiful?
Or is it scary?

Cinquain: Spare me

Spare me
I want to live
Please, I don't want to die
I still have so much to live for
Spare me

Sonnet: Merciful Reaper

You've known me all your life
But you haven't met me
People have met me through a knife
But they feared me so they tried to flee

Inside their heart they knew it impossible
So they gave up the chase & accepted their fate
& I did what no one thought possible
I spared them, for they were naive & committed such acts because of hate

This is a known fact
That people are lying
& with this act
They're slowly dying

So that is my story
& that is how I've earned my rightful glory