You see that dark figure with the black cloak and the bloody scythe
1 2 3 blood drips from the blade he steps closer and closer dragging the scythe along the ground sparks coming out flying everywhere
he takes one final step and stops the dark figure you know
who he is, he is and the one and only Death... coming to drink
tea with you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Like it, a fantastic dark poem, take a look at my poem called, Lady Of The Lake.