Taste of My Scythe

I hide in the shadows
Haunting the night
Filling every being
With horror and fright

They all know my name
And whisper it under their breath
All the living fear me
For I am Death

I instill in the breathing
A feeling of dread
Of never knowing
If they'll wake up dead

A taste of my scythe
Causes their demise
You had better watch out -
You might be the next one who dies.
31May2007
----------------------------------------------------------------
This was done for a contest