By wind Date: 2001 Aug 04 Comment on this Work [[2001.08.04.00.16.7421]] |
Death stalks my dreams, sickeningly silent; Cloying as Grandfather, a week dead Would that it was my death he seeks, I would laugh. I try to second-guess him, but dark fiends are clever. He is far from here, and tries mocking me from beyond my reach; But he is not beyond me, I have learned from the darkness well Death believes himself to be invincible, but he isn't He thinks he can have her, but he cannot He thinks I am far away, but I am his Damocles Sword. To Stalk the Stalker (8-3-01) |