The night was quite dark
The stars concealed by clouds
The sweet song of the skylark
So oddly out of place
What’s going on?
What is that light shining from the sky?
Oh I certainly cannot wait until dawn…
Tonight I feel something quite odd
The wind blew wildly
The trees bended and twisted
Upon the ground their leaves piled
Rigid with frost and ice and death
What is that coming down to me?
An all-black figure with wings…
Flying ever so gracefully…
Oh how frightened I am!
The pouring rain turned to hail
The air grew much colder
The crisp wind began to horribly wail
The lightning flashed and the thunder boomed
He’s come closer now
For I can now tell he’s a he…
Perhaps he’s come closer than should be allowed
I can now see his blood-stained sickle
Then out through the wind came a shrill scream
The sound of death and the dying
The sound of hopelessness and lost dreams
As the thunder roared louder
He took me by my freezing neck
Stopping me in mid-scream
On the ground dropped a fleck
Of the blood dripping off his blade
And there was dead silence
The wind slow dyed down
The trees did not sway with such violence
And the lightning moved away
My eyelids grew heavy
I felt something cold move through
“Please, I’m not ready!”
And my soul poured out of my eyes
And it was carried up, up, up