in the corner of my eye
a hooded heathen lurks
the shadow of a scythe
across my path; cursed
in the corner of my eye
the shadow turns away
fading into nothing
my path cleared; blessed
in the corner of my eye
darkness fast arising
the bell tolls thrice
the smell of cancer; menace
in the corner of my eye
moisture gathers pace
tears taking shape
a path is ending; early
in the corner of my eye
a hooded heathen lurks
the shadow of a scythe
across my path; swinging
