death

a dark mask, driery and full of the unknown

skeleton like figure, body of bones

eyes not there but filled with death and darkness

no longer is there breath or the beat of his heart

cursed to take others souls, and no longer own his own

death awaits at every corner

his scyth sharp though he does not use

its only there to amuse

one touch and your gone

captured in deaths song

as he creeps through the night he looks back on your fright