• As you wake in the middle of the night,
    a shadow flits left and right
    and your face becomes a mask of fright.

    Then, you foresee-
    the grim reality-
    of what is-
    and is yet to be-

    A cold sweat breaks out-
    you try to shout-
    but you can't-
    so you scream-

    -and then-

    -you wake.
    It was all a dream.
    But wait! Who is the stranger standing over you?
    The one with the scythe and the dark black hue?
    The hourglass in hs hand
    is filled with ever-running sand

    That is your time-
    it's almost out-
    again, you try to shout-

    -but-

    -wait-

    -your time's run-

    -OUT-

    the scythe drops


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