Black clouds
the night sky
shadows creep while children cry
they cry with fear
they cringe, they weep
the beast will breathe
death will come
will kill the weak
will kill the young
the beast does not discriminate
the black cold beast
will not love, but hate
the beast is the fear of death we share
we look at it, it's cold hard stare
a breath so cold
it does not compare
to the icy wind
thats blows within the scared
to feel its breath upon your face
to know the black will soon replace
the light you see
the warmth you feel
to know that death is on your heel
a time will come, when you will see
the dark black clouds
the cold night sky
to see the shadows
creep on by
you will hear the children cry
but for you its time to race
death has come with sudden pace
to stop, to stare
it's now upon your face
to creep into your very soul
to look into a dark black hole
you don't see light
you don't struggle or fight
it has finally taken you
on this black cold night
death has shown it's cold hard face
to take your breath with sudden pace