Listening for Answers

A voice from the darkness

Oily and slick, coated with honey

Calling for you

Calling for you

You cock your head, listening

What do you hear?

The oily words

Sour as curds

Sweet as honey

"Come. Come."

You must obey

Whatever he says

His hood falls back

His head in a sack

Grinning, the death-smile

"Come to me, I am Death."