Time - Death Poem by The Cobra

He moved through the night
silent as hell but cold as the Alps
He was no wizard, no shiney knight
He was a lonely man on his own mission

His feet hurt lik hell
With every step he took
The look on his face
You wouldn't even tell

He has to do it
He has no other choice
So it will be all over
Then he can sit

Another dark figure came up from behind
Hit the first once, to make the old man blind
But the yonuger didn't know what he had seen
The first man diapeaired as f he'd never been

The first man was a pro, so strong and fine
For he still lives in the shadows and meories of
Of all people, for his name is Death
The master of time.