What am I?

I am put on Earth through a painful practical path

And lay still silent and sad.

I feed day and night.

Surprising p

eople when they least predict it.

Travelling, trailing them all the time.

I grow strong and swiftly.

With a few broad bangs I feed through the night.

Frightening me is rare and ridged

And I take my pay in lives.

A sizzling shriek and the end has arrived.

I can withstand wet wonderful weather

And move as fast as the speed of light.

When it is time I will bellow like a wolf.

I am classed worse than the devil.

Till my lonely time is here you will see pain.

What am I?

Death