• I stare in horror at his maw,
    As he reaches out with his left claw.
    A toothy grin with gnashing teeth,
    I scream in terror at my defeat.
    My soul he claims to be his own,
    The cards of life he has shown.
    He beckons closer to his dark tomb,
    To live inside his black womb.
    I get up to run, but he follows in pursuit.
    Content, that he will claim his loot.
    No matter where I hide,
    His hollow eyes can always see.
    And with a toothy grin,
    He smiles at me...