He sat there pondering weak and weary
Napping, suddenly there was tapping
This was in the darkest night
Of his senses he took flight
Startled, who can it be?
By candlelight he could barely see
A shadow looming in the dark
Or was it the black dogs bark
Just then the silence was unbroken
It is time be not afraid
With that a hand on him was laid
It was time to meet his maker
The shadow, was that of the grim reaper.
© Chris Black. April 2018
Spoken word version @Chris Black 36 SoundCloud.