Death

The masked villain in Black
approaches silently,
In twilight when
the vision is blurred.
The physique is in pandemonium,
mind in utter tumult
Eyes wander in
every conceivable direction
Hands grope in air, as
desperation takes over.

He smiles
at your defenseless state,
And relishes your struggle
with rectitude, like it were a virtue.
Heart thudding rapidly
against your ribs
Head spinning wildly,
conjuring up images of horror
You attempt to wriggle out
of his iron-like grasp.

Languidly he tightens
his hold on your soul,
And your breath
begins to falter.
You implore dear Life
to stay on in your body's cage
But Life excuses himself,
as doom begins to take control
In the end you resign yourself
and Death emerges as the mystic victor.