Deaths Carriage

I pull back the curtains And out I look There lay a carriage, oh yes, I’m certain Suddenly, I hear a knock at my door So the lock I unhook The door i open Standing there, a figure A creature of great lore Grinning, deceptively it hands me a paper and a pen It’s come for my soul I begin to figure “I’m not ready” I begin to plea Yet, from death there is no where to flee.