XIII
Sitting in my chair one night
past sunset when there is no light
I sit there, suffering from a sickness
that may soon bring my end
Suddenly, I hear a noise
a hollow rapping on my door, late at night
thirteen times comes the knock, I open the door
but find no one
Returning to bed, I hear the clock strike
however odd this is, I own no clock
the ringing continues, thirteen times
then comes again the knocking, thirteen times
A shadow rises at the foot of my bed
cloaked in black, it grips a scythe
and stares into my soul
with two eyes like embers
Death has come at last
to harvest my soul
now , on the thirteenth hour
my time has come
lifting the blade above its head, I hear
"your time is up"
the blade is swung
and I am no more
END
