Death.

 The intangible man that scares us,

The man that causes us to fear the inevitable,

Death,

He comes in many forms,

Sometimes he’s seen as a bright light and other times he’s dressed in all black,

Death,

He came for me one day but I dared not go with him,

He’d be back I was sure of it,

Death,

He came for me again this time grabbing my wrist,

I jerked back hard and escaped his grip,

Death,

He came one final time this time grabbing my wrist harder,

Again I pulled away but now he gave chase,

Death,

I ran and ran but got exhausted and fell,

He caught up grabbed my leg as tightly as possible and dragged me away,

Death.