A Poem: Impending

Stealthy stranger, in corners you lurk

Your sinister shadow promising hurt.

A presence but not present, an unspoken threat.
Persistently stalking, impossible to forget.

Menacing vulture, you hover and loom
Fate seeks his target, prey meets its doom.
The scent of a storm, and sodden clouds swell
Whispering warnings “and soon for your bell”.

Oh icy finger, you snake down my spine

Next watch to stop I know will be mine.
My future, all hope and loved ones I see
Slip from my reach as you take away me.

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