It's Death Again

It's Death again - He's always there - Watching, waiting - e'er the stare! Every time I look behind Or reach to pull the window blind, I catch a glimpse of grubby hood - A little clue to where he stood; The glint of light that caught the scythe. Perhaps if I could pay a tithe… But O! no use, he'll never go. The adamant phantom; don't you know He will but wait until it's time For me to hear His fateful chime? - The toll that claims my destiny, To Hail: 'You're next, it has to be…' Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009 The Reign of Death Death death death death death death death Death death death death death death death Death death death death death death death Death death death death death death death Death death death death death death death Death death death death death death death Death death death death death death death Death death death death death death death Death death death death death death death Death death death death death death death Death death death death death death death Death death death death death death death Death death death death death death death