A Yorkshire Poet Poet Dramatic Verse

Menacing Timbre Bends

Drained of life I now see
Feeling the cold like a withered tree

Not old enough to feel like this
Too strong, too fit to be like this

Hear these words whilst I can still speak
See the truth from my eyes leak

A man I saw was not a man
A man who shook me by the hand

I felt the life drain out of me
He smiled and said goodbye and now I see

His eyes were fire burning under human lens
His voice angelic with menacing timbre bends

For as I fell upon my knees 
He watched my pain with glee and walked away with ease

And now the Dr's can't work it out?
They know it's no modern disease or bacterial count? 

So I must say to you before I go

That fateful night I met a demon; this much I know.

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