Mr. Death
Amanda starts to think of Mr. Death.
The anonymous shadow of every dark color known in history.
His strips of numerous see through octopus like arms waving to touch,
the soul that would be taken away and hidden in his body.
He roars with fury, but in the stomach of the being are the moans and screams of the victims for freedom.
He lurks on Earth waiting for his next victim, taking away their soul and strength to fight back.
When he is found, he hovers above the ground, for he has no feet,
only more strips of cloudy flesh and slithering snake-like arms in his underbelly.
He is a heartless being, a huge gaping hole in the middle of his chest,
Where hundreds of snakes slither and hiss with hatred or delight when a person is captured.
He has no face, misty crimson eyes and pupils a deep blood red.
He has no nose, only a small hole in the middle of his face,
making his sense of smell even more defined.
Under the hole is a strip of mangled flesh,
letting the roars and bellowing groans escape his throat.
He lurks in your bedroom, waiting for your time,
He lurks in your presence even if you don't know that he is there.
He is Death, how can you stop him?