The sunsets and the moon rises, how I love the night's surprises. Time for a stroll, maybe just a little walk no need to check the time on the clock. As my journey begins I have this feeling sinking in. Tonights air is different, something doesn't seem right. I continue on my way, down the path I walk. Then I have this sensation I'm being stalked. Slowly turning to see whats behind, I see nothing but pitch black darkness. I shrug it off continue on my way, but this feeling i cannot shake. Once again I turn expecting to see nothing, but to my surprise I see two white eyes. Frozen with fear as they draw near, I want to run, but in my mind I know I'm done. As the eyes get closer I begin to quake, and i hope this is a dream and soon I will wake. They are upon me now, I see a figure covered in a dark shroud. It's eyes shine bright even on this moonlit night, I can't move out of fright. The figure approaches a hand outstretched as it slowly places it on my chest. As a cold sensation flows over me, I am beginning to see. Death has taken me in his embrace, theres no mistake my time has come, that I must face. Willingly I enter deaths grace, as he guides me his feelings are not misplaced. For he is a guiding hand, who walks beside you at the end, just to make sure you have one final friend.