Death

Death

Delicate spider legs
They crawl
Lightly in the silence

We see the hurt in her eyes
Tormented by the voices
Whispering in her ears
Troubled by the pain
She wants to run; she will do anything to stop the sound
The sound she shouldn’t be hearing

She stalks her pray
Awaits it slowly
Then it is consumed by her

He comes slowly
His purpose known to everyone
Dark and cold
He brings fear to everyone’s heart
He comes for her now
They call for her; the power they posses she can’t resist
The cross clutched in her hand
Drops to the floor

Death will wait for no one