By wind
Date: 2001 Aug 04
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[[2001.08.04.00.16.7421]]

To Stalk the Stalker

Death stalks my dreams, sickeningly silent;
Cloying as Grandfather, a week dead
Would that it was my death he seeks, I would laugh.

I try to second-guess him, but dark fiends are clever.
He is far from here, and tries mocking me from beyond my reach;
But he is not beyond me, I have learned from the darkness well

Death believes himself to be invincible, but he isn't
He thinks he can have her, but he cannot
He thinks I am far away, but I am his Damocles Sword.

To Stalk the Stalker (8-3-01)