A sullen knight battles the grisly spectre of death,
Armour and silvered sword shine in desperate combat,
Death’s cape of plague and sorrow flows in the icy breeze,
The scythe of reaping clutched within hands of cold bone,
The brave knight battles through sunlight and starshine,
But death is always one step ahead, cunning and sure,
At the knight’s feet, ebony serpents rise from the earth,
Beasts of childhood dreams encircle and entangle feet,
Fangs bared and biting they savage the knight,
Death adders with scales of shining blackened silk,
Invade the knight through necrotic flesh, burrowing,
Coiling within his gut to create a liquifying den of snakes,
Death claims his prize and the fallen knight is laid waste,
A once brave soul, left to putrefy within his armoured shell.
Dan Verkys 