Death Waits


  
Perched atop the tallest peak
Concrete and steel forged in toil

A point from which to see and choose
A victim of the night, under a full moons bloom

Death waits, without a breath
To a beat-less heart that pumps terror

Black in day or night
Whose features, if seen, reigns horror

As songs fill the dark, beguile
Tearing flesh with a smile

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