Shining brightly besides the moon,
The stars twinkled despite his impending doom.
As he ran through the empty street,
A man shrouded in darkness came out to meet.
Cloaked in shadows, with scythe in hand,
Death greeted the man who ran.
Given a warning by Death himself,
The man who ran remained in bad health.
But he could not stop for his demons chased him,
So Death ran behind him taking out his demons as he went.
Once the demons had been vanquished, the man left in a panic,
For he was known as being satanic.
Fearing Death, the man fled thinking he'd escape,
But Death still came on his collection date.
For no matter how much the man ran,
Death came to collect everyone as per his plan.
When his time came ungraceful was the man,
Screaming and begging despite the end of his life span.
But Death wouldn't relinquish his prize,
For he had been waiting to drag the man to his demise.
Swiping his scythe, Death collected the man's soul,
Examined it and saw that it was less than whole.
Disappointed with what he found Death sent the soul away,
Only for his soul to be slayed on this very day.
Shattered the man's soul vanished into the void,
Where oblivion took hold of his existence, this he was destroyed.