He walked up to my door 

He knocked

I asked,

"Who's there?"

Silence echoed.

Wind slowly crept in the room.

I looked.

I froze.

He's here.

Terror takes hold.

Atop the stairs — I saw him.

Air thins.

He's close

He's here.

It's Death.

Nearer and nearer he came,

Closer with every breath.

He took my life like stolen air.

Then left my body

Still in death.