Challenge
Most people by now know that I've made death my theme for January ... in doing so, I thought of this ... we have no clue when, where or how Death will come for us when it's time, but if it could speak to you, what would Death say
Poem, Prose or short-story ... What would the Devil say to you ... tag me in the comment section this way: @Danceinsilence ... otherwise I won't know you have done this.
... and he said to me
Death with no Face
“I am your dream turned nightmare,
a hellish inferno, waiting;
waiting to haunt your soul
with raging madness,
to burn fear into your darkest days.
Your life is forfeit
In an abyss of blackness never fathomed.
as those before you have tried and failed,
I await your useless challenge
to cling to a life, rightfully mine.
When you sleep;
listen for my roar of laughter.
It will really be your insanity screaming.
I wait foolish one.
I wait.”