Wallace

Taken.

A howling wind does wake my sleep.

Then my ears do hear a banshee weep.

A chilling coldness makes my soul shiver.

I see the grim reaper and bad news he does deliver.

I lie in bed cold and shocked.

My heart ticked but never tocked.

I found it hard to inhale air.

Into the face of death my eyes did stare.

The howling wind did loudly roar.

Then lights out and i was no more.