The haunting footsteps during the night. It's wakening pulse, the eyes that follow him; glowing and red. It moves when I move, daring me to take another step. Waiting for the right moment to embrace me with it's icy touch. He beleaguers my dreams, I know he is there. He operates incognito, sealing his true self, making him evasive and sly. He shadows where I tread, listening to my faint heart beat as he longs for blood. He clings onto another door of my life as each day passes by. Awakening me from my dream and stepping into reality. I realize the truth of time is always ticking past. He knows this too, but he holds perseverance. Knowing it will be worth it in the end as he grasps hold of me, draining my life, longing for more. Everyone greets him in the end. He is Death.
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