He sees you in the shadows,
And he knows your fate,
He sees the coming of the end,
Because he knows your date.
Now nobody knows who,
Nobody knows when,
He doesn't know much other then the time to take you then,
Then slowly,
When the time is right,
When your minds asleep, when you won't expect,
His tall glowing figure creeps.
His body creaks and his soul weeps.
Now he knows the moment.
The very last moment, this is his time to grab you tight.
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Grim
PoetryAs I sit here in the darkness And wait till all is still, I ponder how it feels if I were to suddenly fall ill. What's it like in the other world? Is it full of things unknown? Good or bad whichever it may be I hope I can feel happily free. But may...
