The Fragile Fingers of Death

The fragile fingers of Death, clenching over my hand,
A grasp, so cold and icy, his voice a soft command,
My mind is being led..I do not know for fear,
I picture doom, destruction, I taste the bitter tear.

Chaos fills the land, where Death has showed his hand.
His fragile fingers, pointing to the places that you stand.

The shadow's, touching still, crouch at his command,
Waitng.. for his orders, obediance in demand,
My mind is being led.. I do not know for fear,
I picture doom, destruction, I taste the bitter tear.

Chaos fills the land, where Death has showed his hand.
His fragile fingers pointing, at the places wehere you stand.

The beating of my heart, the buzzing in my ear.
My hand is icy cold, the voices that I hear,
Warning me of violence, crying for, our fear,
Telling of the outcome, of the coming year. ~Seaopal