I am Become...

The inevitable

Awakened by, who-knows-what
I couldn't catch a breath,
But then, I didn't need it
For I woke up as Death.

Not dreaming, not asleep,
'Tis my new identity,
The night had taken over;
I am, no longer, me.

Fully dressed in hooded cloak,
Black as any night,
My face, it now is skeletal
Fingers, long and white.

A scythe completes my outfit,
Now I must roam the Earth
Collecting up the fallen
Regardless of their worth.

And I am given powers
To be what I must be;
A child meets a child.
A terrorist, meets me.

Matters not when this will end
I'll gladly do my time,
I felt it coming yesterday
As cold climɓed up my spine.

Yon man, appears as shaken
"I'll not go with you! Damn!"
He may as well say nothing.
Remember, what I am.

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