This poem was written after I woke up from a dream I had.
You're standing on your domain, so you're safe and protected.
But then you're naked and you're not standing so much as being held up by the board you're strapped to,
so you no longer feel safe and protected.
You see a strange figure pass by in front of you, then you see him pass by you again,
each time you only see his side.
The next time he comes around he turns to face you, only you can't see his face.
What you do see is a figure draped in a green cloak with a smaller figure attached to his right shoulder
that is also draped in a green cloak.
As he looks at you, you don't think his intentions are good;
then as he approaches you, you know his intentions aren't good.
At first you don't know who he is, but then when he gets so close you can smell him you realize.
You try to struggle, but he overtakes you and it is too late.
You're too late because he is DEATH and from him
there is NO ESCAPE!
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