I was reading a book about him, because I got lost in his maze.
The glimpse of rotten skulls, broken joints and stolen eyeballs got me agape.
I heard the trees scream loud and dance blind in the darkness to the raging wind.
Even though no, yet he seems to stand akimbo ahead the freaked me In his black hoody cloak that made him darker than the darkness that engulfed the scene.
Who again will rescue my soul from the grip of he who purloin my healthy mind?
He was a familiar sight in my nightmares for years rewind.
If I break loose tonight, next time, the reaper will still come to grasp my loin.