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.

 

Copyright©JosieWentzel31May2007