I remember myself dying.
I was sitting beside a lake,
suddenly a canoe approached,
a figure riding cloaked in black,
he takes slow, methodical, steps.
A hood keeps me from viewing him,
but I can hear his hissing breath,
as he walks his way toward me.
Others around. They can’t see him,
and now I am frozen with fear.
A bony hand reaches towards,
and I was helpless to resist,
as he delivered death to me.