Death Poem by Lunar Aires

Slouching in the alley
Crouching in the doorway
A cold Presence surrounds
The Black Shadow

Frosty breath
Raises the hair on the neck
The evil chuckle in the dark
The reflective night eyes
The stench of death

Millions upon millions
Through the ages
Have come to know the familiar descriptions
Their last painful moments
Or their instantaneous blackouts

The Righteous
Abraham's bosom
The Unrighteous
Eternal torment

The war still wages
The Black Shadow
Oblivious to it all
Carries out His mission

Creeping away
With the souls of men