The empty head of Death is wailing – br Siren to a mind aflailing; br Unpropitious stare assailing, br Casting forth His disembowelling dream! br br Am I the flouncing soul He seeks –? br The jetsam of our realm He wreaks – br The uncontested heir His freaks br Of Hell hath chosen – so, be I supreme: br br The crop of all to blame for ailing br Spirits cross our earth; derailing br Man– so now, for me the nailing br Banishment to hear the Devil scream! br br His haggard hands gesticulate br The closing presage; now the gate br Begins to creak; and I await br With pounding fear to greet His gleeful beam… br br br Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010br br Mark R Slaughterbr br