I saw death in the auction room,
looking worried.
His hood swished
While his gaze darted from person to person,
Never once seeing me
Hidden in the sea of bodies.
He sat separate,
Unnoticed by everyone that walked
By him, reached through him.
I noticed.
I watched the
Light glint off his scythe
As he twirled it
Between boney fingers.
Ravens cawed outside the window.
The room cleared and
I looked back to the now empty chair.
I was alone,
The night black and filling
Every corner.
I didn't see him,
Just darkness, but
I felt the cold of his breath
On my face.
I heard his voice as it rattled my bones,
"Glad you finally made it. You're late."
I could almost taste the metal
In my veins
As his scythe sliced
Through the air.