:: Death ::
As I walk down a dark, vast alley;
He, Death approached me.
He stared deep into my eyes and asked,
"Do you trust your life within my hands?"
My facial expression had gone blank and so did my mind at that
very moment.
He took my hand as we ventured down a long, dark corridor.
We reached the end, where the bright light was just a step away.
We walked through the light and I saw a life that was unimaginable;
A place, where everyone is friendly and no one is deceitful;
A place, where anything can come true;
and most off all, a place, run by the undead.
He took my life into his hands,
making me into a raving night creature.
I turned quite evil and bloodthirsty, thinking only of myself.
The only thing that was running though my mind was to attack and destroy
all and everything that would cease to get in my way.
The word, "Death", in no longer amongst vocabulary.
Speak of it as you may, but once you become undead, you shall never have
to experience death and you will indeed live forever...
