By Heather

Have you ever walked by Death in the darkness of night
Feeling its black cloak brush against you
Sending a chill down your spine?

Have you ever looked at the face of Death
with its skeketal blankness,
its eyes of blood fire and sharp fangs
Fearing its stare will turn to you?

Have you ever faced Death
seeing the pits of hell in its eyes
smelling its rank, carrion breath
sighing in relief as it turns away?

Have you ever been tempted by Death
with its mask and false promises
by its lies of immortality
telling you it needs you like no other?

Have you ever been touched by Death
feeling its cold bony fingers caress your cheek
the strong grip of Death's hand
squeezing your shoulder gently?

Have you ever shook hands with Death
grasping its icy hand in your warm flesh
signing a pact you are unaware of
giving up your claims to mortal life?

Have you ever embraced Death
wanting to give up the pain
trying to get rid of your suffering
only for Death to laugh at you?
Have you ever danced with Death
grabbing tightly, eager to die
craving to join it
just to cry when it sets you down?

Have you ever laid down with Death
clutching tightly all night long
never wanting to leave its side
to be scorned and found alone by morning's light?

Have you ever stalked Death
following behind it through the night
trailing it through the streets
begging to be noticed and acccepted by it?