Out of the dark shadows
a figure is seen lurking
Every step, cautiously taken
every breath, is heavily drawn
Nothing dare stand in its wake
Even the grand old street lamp
proud and boastful to the core
suddenly seems to have lost its light
As it nears its destination
for just a brief instant
the cold chill of fear is felt
Then, a strange calmness takes over.
For now, one must be ready
To finally, face
Death

yldara 19862007