A blood moon hides within the clouds
The fog rolls in
All doors are locked
Windows shut close
Not a soul in sight
For they all hide from Him.
One man stands alone
Chased by a shadow
Looks with eyes full of fear
For shelter is no where to be found
Homes are darker then the pit to Hell.
A shout for help hangs in the air
An echo of footsteps from behind appear
The sound of steps continue with a steady rhythm
A dead end appears
Now trapped, the footsteps become louder
A dark shadow appears through the fog
A black coat that drags along the earth's surface
A death scythe raised with one hand
Light from the blood moon shines upon the victim
A slice fills the silenced air.
He is Death.
He leaves this world with a single gift
An empty shell
The corpse of the victim to bury.
He says not a word
Or speaks of his coming
Only to come and go without a trace.