Doomed to Die

They are coming
In my mind’s eye…I see them advancing
With stealth
They are coming
To take my breath
Cowled heads bowed…I see them shifting
Lurking in the shadows
Lusting for my life
Terror by night
They are coming
At the bottom of my heart…I feel fear clanking like chains
They will dance on my grave as it rains
Make a meal of my remains
With glee
Like manic clowns
Coming for me
The chilling spirits of death
They are coming
To take my breath