Eternal

There's creaks from the floor

There's chills down your spine

A sense of foreboding

It's the end of your time

There's frost in the sill

And ice in the hall

There's a knock at the door

For He has come to call

Your breathe fogs the air

Regret fills your mind

A lifetime flashes

You beg him to be kind

Your heart stops beating

You embrace the dark

Your body becomes still

The Reaper has left his mark