Deaths Visitation Poem by Mark Crane

Violently torn from a rare, blissful dream
By the sound of my name swathed inside a stentorian scream

Shivering against a sudden chill; the room dense with a effluvium stench
Immense fear rendering my entire body, into a fiercely painful clench

Skeletal face set in sepulchral mask draws eerily near
Momentarily muted, i stifle the bitterness of a lone, salted tear

Dead lidless eyeballs boring deep into my soul; an incident horribly indecent
Motionless mouth oozing ferocious whispers through a thick, ancient accent

Your time here is near its end you have been blessed with a long, painful death!
Announced the hideous eidolon; vitriolic words pushed forthed by a decaying breath

Extending out a repulsive, boned finger it touched my skin which scorched
An instant infestation; a serge of agonizing pain leaving my gapping heart en tourched

Now marks the begining of your end....