AN: This is a Poem based around The Undertaker's POV/thoughts. Hope you enjoy.
It's hard not to miss me when Hell calls your name.
The will of your soul cries out in pain.
Beware one and all who hear my bell toll,
An echo you won't forget deep in your soul.
Forget the rate of your heart, it's mine to keep.
Willing to step up to me is heartless and weak.
I take the challenge, my cold stare awaits,
Your down and out with yet no movement made.
My eyes meet yours, small trembles appear.
Death awaits you as the casket opens with no fear.
Aware of my strength, you hide your own,
No longer can you feel your bones.
An urn guides me, its shiny and bright.
The souls I collect look rather nice at night.
It's a deep welcome when the bell tolls once more.
Your feet now await at Hell's door.
Hearts race, mind trembles.
Bones crack, body melts.
The man in black smiles with a twisted grin.
Pain is his reason to keep living.
The dirt crumbles and piles on your lifeless body,
No more willing to put up a fight.
Dead and buried you live with the images of black and white.
These things might awake you, they might make you hard as coal.
An echo you won't forget deep in your soul.