Death

A scythe,

In a black night cape,

Skull grinning

Out of the hood.

The master of Death,

Incarnated again,

Animated by his dark father,

Somewhere,

Out there.

The axe falls,

The crowd scream,

Death has visited us again

No matter where you go,

You cannot hide,

Death is everywhere,

Above,

Below,

Behind.

He is here.