Who Am I?
There is no other on wind, water, or land
with the power I possess in my hand
I will snatch the soul from your chest
I can rip the beating heart from your breast
the power to snuff your life from limb
with the snap of my fingers on a whim
the anger of jagged nails ripping greasy flesh
as your life blood flows through tattered mesh
the might to end you with a glance
sharper than dagger, sword, or lance
able to dropp you to your knees
mopping the floor with tear filled pleas
the digger or all tombs
taker of life from fertile wombs
your death knocking on the door
your last breath laying on the floor
the cold air that steals your breath
the rusted sickle that brinds your death
When you ask who I am...
I AM that man...