Death

A fevered whisper floats
Upon wind torn skies.
A screaming in my hollow
Mind. Shredded souls drown
In crimson bladed laughter.
And so it starts--low and slow--
The horrid shrieks of mirth
Rise and take wing--
Dragging nightmares
Into reality. Hide away
As well you might, yet
It'll be over by twilight.
True it is that night
Is darkest before dawn--
But the sun has died
In your eyes. Stars glitter
Like spider's guise, they
Show you what Death would hide.