On The Run From The Reaper

On The Run From The Reaper

Ch. XX: Introduction

He comes under cover of the dark,

To lay on those near death his mark.

When the shadows hear his call,

They start to waltz across the walls.

Hear the wind as it whistles through the trees,

And all around is a cold, damp breeze.

Watch in morbid fascination,

For soon he will claim the entire nation.

Take a breath, hold it, count to ten,

Wait for the wind to pick up again.

When was the last time you saw the sun?

This curse of darkness should have never begun.

You can feel when he is near,

The shiver a sensation you hold dear.

Would you call this love?

Then the sensation flees like a dove.

Time seems to know no bounds,

The bell in the clocktower sounds.

Take a breath, hold it, count to ten,

Wait for the wind to pick up again.

All around is dark and still,

His kiss shall keep you free from ill.

Dance, dance, this dance shall never end,

And another surprise is around the bend.

And then, like magic, you feel that chill,

Which tells you that he is there still.

Your heart skips a beat,

And to stay on your feet is a miraculous feat.

The consequences are higher,

The situation dier.

Your mistakes thrust you in deeper,

For you’re on the run from the Reaper.