dark in depth and dark in shade
holding close I clutch my blade
"who comes" I whispered soft
"Tis I the dame of death and woe, the fearful name by which you know!, Death and grim the reapers here!"
I rear back shocked with fear
"Leave this place you burdened fiend"
it spoke soft and leaned close
"I killed the father, son, and holy ghost. but tis you I want the most."
"I'll give you love I'll give you praise but to lift your claw I I pray do not raise"
"count your blessings count your loves and meet me here amongst the doves know this world that you once had and and know it nevermore."
I ran back fell to the floor clutching clawing for the door as I felt its cold darg grasp slowly begin to clasp around my neck and tightly close.
in his grasp I quickly rose
"I'll know this place nevermore."