Knocking

What is that sound?

Can you hear it?

Someone is out there,

see who it is.

What?

You say no one is out there.

This cannot be.

Can you not hear that sound?

Let me see who it is,

and be rid of this puzzle

once and for all,

and be on my way.

Who are you to knock so?

No! You cannot mean this;

but truth must be right,

I cannot hear a sound.

You,

keeper of the key,

reaper of death’s door;

’tis but my fear knocking.

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As a wee bit of a bonus I add this to the mix.

Death with no Face

“I am your dream turned nightmare,

a hellish inferno, waiting;

waiting to haunt your soul

with raging madness,

to burn fear into your darkest days.

Your life is forfeit

In an abyss of blackness never fathomed.

as those before you have tried and failed,

I await your useless challenge

to cling to a life, rightfully mine.

When you sleep;

listen for my roar of laughter.

It will really be your insanity screaming.

I wait foolish one.

I wait.”