from the victims point of view
|As i went through the valley of death.
A chill overtook me...i lost my breath.
I slowly turned and saw his face.
Decay surrounded his cloak of lace.
His name was one of fear and loss.
My body froze...i reached for my cross.
My neck was bare..the cross was gone.
His bone hand reached...his scythe was drawn.
I once traversed in the valley of death
It was in that valley..i took my last breath.