Hide and Go Seek With Death

The one named death,
Walks down the lane,
His words in the air,
He whispers my name…

I turn the lock,
As he knocks at the door,
And I sneak away,
As he knocks once more…

It’s like hide and seek,
His little game,
His words cut the air,
He yells out my name…

A futile effort on his part,
Because I always win,
Until…
The one named death,
Comes to find me again…

DantexStone