Upon silent feet it stalks,
eyes bright atuned to the night,
nothing escapes his wary sight,
quick as a cat and strong as a bear,
nothing can escape his mighty grasp,
when he looks upon you your fate is sealed,
death by fright upon a cold winter's night the deadly plight,
caused by the sickle of the grim one,
ever does this creepy entity called Death walk the land.
Donavon Scott Vinson
