Its Death again
-He's always there-
watching, waiting with a stare.
Every time I look behind or reach to pull the window blind,
I catch a glimpse of grubby hood.
A clue to where he stood.
The glint of light that caught his scythe,
perhaps if I could pay a tithe..
But oh, no use, he'll never go..
The Adamant Phantom, don't you know?
He will but wait until its time for me to hear his fateful chime.
The toll that's only meant for me,
to say "You're next" it has to be....