The End
An Author's Note: Okay, before in shake your head in disappointment and go, give it a try, will you? I've given it my best, but I know it's not polished to perfection. Here we go.
A cold shiver
goes down your spine.
As they call for you,
they hiss your name.
And every eye looks
for you,
waits for you,
to make the right move.
But what is the right move?
It's all a game,
that's all it is,
right?
But if you lose,
you die.
And if you win,
deny.
They take you away,
to bring your last day.
All hope is lost,
they're here for you.
This is the end
of the beginning,
and here comes
the beginning
of the end.
There's not much left to wait,
so hurry up,
and breathe your last breath.
The more you wait,
the closer they come to haunt you.
Come the blackest night
they will finally strike.
You fight back,
and struggle against its hold
with useless attempts.
You cry out loud,
Can't they see?
It's over.
But they won't stop.
Even after,
You give in.
Even after,
They break you.
And they will never stop.
And no one is left to hear you.
Can't you see?
You think the end brings peace,
but you are wrong.
They won't let go,
They'll ride along.
Stand up
on the deepest crevise,
but lay low
on the highest mountain.
Sleep with one eye open
and be ready,
for when they catch you
comes the very end,
and you're done.
The Reaper has won.
(oo)
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End.