Old Nightmare

With harlequin's grace
and a length of wire,
and a mannequin's face
with eyes of fire

Deeply he will bow
as a slave to your wishes
then, caressing your brow,
you'll feel covered in kisses.

He'll slip his evil chain
around you neck.
Fear and wincing pain.
You'll be dead in a sec.

Your heart's final thud
explodes in you ear.
Covered in blood,
you're no longer here.

With a pirouette and a sigh,
he's stolen your breath.
Those burning bright eyes,
and his name is Death.