I am your greatest fear,
the darkest of angels,
the thing of nightmares,
my intensity and wrath are frightening,
freezing the human heart and soul with my icy fingers.
You are appalled by my cruel,fiendish ways,
taking whomever I desire and making them mine,
doing it all in my own sweet time,
never can you discover nor figure out who I am,
until it is too late to save yourself from my clutches,
nobody knows my evil selfish purposes,
nor my frightful name or what I truly represent.
When you think that you have figured me out,
know what my insidious purposes are,
my strategies change in the blink of an eye,
my evil loathsome ways are dark and filled with tragic endings,
for my unwary victims caught unawares in the night.
Though I live in time and space I have no light in my soul,
my heart is an eerie chasm of coldness and travail,
all that lies within the river of my icy,
thoughts is insidious and terrible,
a place of truest horror for all who come into my grasp.
I bring upon the world a reign of terror and turmoil,
evil pestilences are the reality of my dark world,
causing bitter tears to fall from the eyes,
of the strongest and most fearless of men.
I am an appalling sight to mortal man,
and cannot be fathomed by the sanest of minds,
nor can the heart perceive the evilness of who I am,
for I am that darkest specter of nightmares come true,
the cold hearted rider of that pale horse called Death.
Donavon Scott Vinson