-Wicked Verse
As dread of night blankets primrose sky,
The shadows beckon, the voices cry.
A gruesom vison confronts your eye,
of a shrouded spector, a phantom spy.
A hovering stalker, a spectacle of fun.
Your pulse beats faster, its time to run.
Destiny's indicating, of things to come.
As you stumble over, your life's undone.
His scythe comes down across your peeper,
and then your doomed as the ultimate sleeper.
For death is eternal, ands no fate's cheaper,
as that last face you'll see, is of the Grim Reaper
The shadows beckon, the voices cry.
A gruesom vison confronts your eye,
of a shrouded spector, a phantom spy.
A hovering stalker, a spectacle of fun.
Your pulse beats faster, its time to run.
Destiny's indicating, of things to come.
As you stumble over, your life's undone.
His scythe comes down across your peeper,
and then your doomed as the ultimate sleeper.
For death is eternal, ands no fate's cheaper,
as that last face you'll see, is of the Grim Reaper