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

Copyright Michael Douglas Scott