When death draws near
I quake with fear
Who knows who'll he take
Which corpse shall he make?
I saw the black hood
Of something that could
Turn me inside-out
Or spin my brains about
It looked at me
with ice cold eyes
Then, I couldn't see
It was my demise....
THE END! @autsy14, thanks a lot for that kind comment. Compare this poem to my first. Has it changed? @TJGAMER, I bet you're going to review this poem and I hope you do. Your talent for writing and reviewing is amazing. See ya!