Death

Standing towering atop a hill
His black silhouette
Against the white moon
His overflowing drapes
As black as midnight
His pallid hair descends in rapids
Over his colossal shoulders
A platinum rosary drips down
To his tailored chest
His deft eyebrows ascend
Outlining his introspecting demeanor
His eyelids massive
Within which reside eyes
That scorch voids into everything
A nose chiseled sharp
Cutting through the breeze
Blood stained lips
From a quick snack
That give way to reveal
His true self
Teeth razor sharp
Arranged in uniformity
Infinite lives ended in an instant
By his gaze
Nothing can phase this monster of a man
Concealed under his attire
Is a anatomy
Of no ordinary being
Charmer of the night
He sweeps through every battle
Victorious
Everything he sets eyes on
Becomes his
And when the pleasure wears down
He throws it to his side
Creature of catastrophe
For life, to him, is a nightmare and
Death is the true heaven
Where he rules all.