My Old Foe

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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