Checkmate

Tic tock, tock tic These are the strange unorthodox sounds Coming from my mantle clock As the witching hour comes to a near I start to anticipate in fear A truly cold evil presence begins to appear It hovers next to me and whispers in my ear "Give your soul to me my dear" The hairs on the back of my neck begin to rise I keep telling myself not to act surprised Keep calm, relax, and it will go away BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! I run so fast out of the room To hide from that scary terrifying gloom A dark growling voice begins to speak from outside my home "I am here to stay" "Your soul is my prey" "I will find you soon my stray" Shaking like a leaf and in disbelief I quickly gather my thoughts But it is too late The ghostly evil entity is now in front of me It quickly removes my ability to see While laughing uncontrollably As it slowly takes away my soul from my body I am feeling groggy Departing, leaving, now dying Believing this is it As I accept my fate The last thing I hear, it says "Checkmate"