Death rides tall upon a
steely eyed black steed
with glowing red eyes ablaze,
as he gallops upon the clouds
of the midnight sky.
With scythe raised high,
ready to strike
death's eternal blow.
Diligently he searches near and far
for his next unwitting victim.
So beware my friends because
you never know where
Death shall strike in the
middle of the night.
Donavon Scott Vinson
