Meeting death
I felt the wind brush my ears.
The cold press down on me.
It was a sign.
It was a warning.
I knew when he came.
I hear the sound of his cape snapping in the wind.
I could feel his cold gaze on me.
He had come.
"No."
I would not give up without a fight.
"It's too late to run."
His voice was as soft as a snake sliding over rock.
Run?
Where could I run that would hide me from him?
Was there anywhere safe?
No, no one could escape him.
His blade settled on my neck.
I felt a chill run down my spine.
"Say goodbye to your pretty little head."
With that the blade was cutting through my neck.
No one can escape death.
The cold press down on me.
It was a sign.
It was a warning.
I knew when he came.
I hear the sound of his cape snapping in the wind.
I could feel his cold gaze on me.
He had come.
"No."
I would not give up without a fight.
"It's too late to run."
His voice was as soft as a snake sliding over rock.
Run?
Where could I run that would hide me from him?
Was there anywhere safe?
No, no one could escape him.
His blade settled on my neck.
I felt a chill run down my spine.
"Say goodbye to your pretty little head."
With that the blade was cutting through my neck.
No one can escape death.
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I read a scary poem and it made me want to write this.