Swiftly, he rode
In the dark of the night
Cloaked in the darkness of evil
Seeking who to devour
With my eyes I saw him
His eyes shone from the darkness of his perforated skin
With the horns of a he-goat, he marched in obstinacy
The sound of his hoof-like foot fill the room
As he stood by my bed
Or rather my deathbed
He laughed in mockery and said;
Hope you are ready
For I am Death!
