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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Minino Liman

Liman is a critic of the arts because of his analytical view but he is a big fan of poetry. His hobbies include Writing, Reading, and Research. He aims to not only entertain but also Educate his readers with interesting methods, and references to history and so on.

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