On

Death fucked up,

He got stuck,

removed me from this room.

Shutters down, pulled me around,

black darkness filled his face.

I might die, I rarely lie,

especially in this case.

Threats ran about, 

He would never tout,

no guilt was on his face.

This guild of men,

died way down in

to death was no disgrace.

Gray days came,

insane to name,

the perpetrators prey.

Praying pawn,

knighthood hawn,

Death is on its way!!

K.A.P.

5/4/2009