The Master
All is not what it seams,
what seems well is actually in turmoil.
All should be afraid of the Master,
the Master can find you where ever you try to hide.
You can not escape him,
he will collect his dues.
You can try to run, but it wont help.
He is always behind you,
waiting for you to finally stop running.
Most of us are not aware that he is there,
but some can see him.
Those who can see him are cautious, at first,
not knowing who he is or what he wants.
But very few know his purpose.
These are the skittish, fretful,
and most misunderstood.
Many think that they are in need of help,
the ones that can't see him are the ones that need helping.
The Master is clothed in black,
face always hidden.
The ones that gather behind him are the lost,
the angry, and they seek revenge,
for all the wrong that had been done to them.
Only the most faithful have seen his face,
they now lye in his embrace.
If you see him, don't try to run,
He will find you,
no matter where you run.
The Master, is Death.