death spoke to her
“i am coming for you soon.”
she waits, sleeping, drugged
in her darkened room
death spoke to me
“i know,” i said. “get ready.”
“ready for what?” death replied
“a fight,” i said. “i’m not going easy.”
“you know it is hopeless,” death said
“yes,” i said
“in the end i will have your life,” death said
“come and take it,” i said
me and Leonidas
we are brothers
The Ace Hotel Notebook 