• It's Death again - He's always there -
    Watching, waiting, with a stare.
    Every time I look behind,
    Or reach to pull the window blind,
    I catch a glimpse of grubby hood -
    A little clue to where he stood:
    The glint of light that caught the scythe.
    Perhaps if I could pay a tithe…
    But oh, no use, he'll never go -
    The adamant phantom – don't you know,
    He will but wait until it's time-?
    For me to hear His fateful chime:
    The toll that's only meant for me -
    To say 'You're next, it has to be…'