Dark As Death

• Poet Poet, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2007

As I walked down the street,
I heard the stepping of other feet.
Dark as Death, as I walked,
I heard a whisper, as ghouls talked.

Quick as lightning, it jumped out,
Maybe he'd spare me, I had some doubt.
The knife came fast towards me,
The rest is much too gory.

But I will tell you this:
Everytime he sleeps, he will hear me hiss
"I will get you and you'll know
That Hell is exactly where you'll go.