Death Defiant Poem by Randal Johnson

Should time of my demise be left to choose,
Procrastination be my loyal ruse.
And if the place be left to utter sway,
Then name a place beyond the far away.
And be the method past within my power,
Then lash me to the poison poppy flower.
Today defiance held as my decree,
Tonight I feel he's coming after me.
I thought I heard a footstep on the path,
A press upon my door by demon's wrath.
On window near a finger lightly raps,
In corner of the night a black boot taps.
But I'll sneak out this room before the dawn,
And far into the wood I shall be gone.