Shadow

The voice calls in the middle of the night,
As I struggle to turn away an ear.
I don't want to face this unwelcome plight,
So I will just pretend that I don't hear.

The walls that surround me are closing in,
And I can no longer hide, but I fend.
You may believe that it is such a sin,
But I will keep running until the end.

No matter how much I try to escape,
I feel the shadow getting closer still.
This shadow enrages me with much hate,
For I know that he wishes me ill will.

But, alas, the shadow creeps up on me.
In the cruelty of Death I believe.