Deathly Grasp
There it was
Shadows against the moon
Screams in tme silence
Eyes that dare pierce midnight's gaze
Death; everywhere
His angels flourish
Raven wings and crimson eyes
The fly, anon! Anon! Shadows form,
To take away a soul
It's bitter grasp's next victim
Cycle of fear
Torrent of terror
All that live face its glare
To stare down the demon and it's dogs
Death, an eternal force
Everlasting as God Himself
Cannot run nor hide
As surely as death will come
Its claim, no escape
Though fear thy not
"For there are worse things
To fear than death"
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