I can see the cloak of the one we fear most
As he breezes by, I can see the shadow of his scythe
I can hear the noise of his silence, my heart quickens
Is this fear?
No this is more than fear?
This is the final understanding of one’s end, of a scary fate
Then I shall see him in full form, my one true horror fantasy
And his skull like face in its permanent place
As a smile show from under his cloak, I see the face of a familiar foe
My old foe DEATH.
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