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.