by

Josh Johnson


A lone figure looms above the field
A stench of death hangs around him
Not yet dead but not yet alive
The look he wears is not for show
He wears this look because he is alone


Fear not for he is not the Reaper
Fear so for he is your Doom
He will not strike when you are unaware
He will not strike when you are sleeping
He will strike when you are looking at him


He is your brother Cain
And you are Able
Be wary my friend
Be wary!



Back