Fighting Death Poem by Dragon Crenshaw

I await,
At the gates,
Of Hell,
And see Death,
Come towards me.

I coware,
In his presence,
He smiles,
But I'm faking.

He takes my chin,
And lifts my head,
And he says to me,
'I'll let you go,
If you can show,
That you're stronger,
Than me.'

The battle begins,
He strikes first,
But I strike faster.
I tackle him down,
And say,
'I'm stronger,
Now set me free.'

'No! ' he yells,
He throws me across,
The battle field,
And comes toward me,
Scyth up high.

I roll to my right,
As he strikes my left.
He doesn't give up,
Neither do I.
I kick his face,
And get up.

I tackle him,
Once again,
To the ground,
And start punching.
My fist go through him,
He starts laughing,
And says,
'You see,
Weakling,
You'll never be free.'

I pull my arm back,
One last time,
And let it fly,
Towards Death's face.
It doesn't go through,
Instead it hits him.

Death stares up at me,
Surprised,
Just like me,
But I strike again,
And again,
Until Death is bloody,
Then I say,
'I won,
You lost,
Now let me free.'

Death gets up,
And sets me free,
But before hand,
He says,
'You may,
Have won now,
But next time,
You won't.'
With that,
He sets me free,
And I walk,
The Earth again...