• I answer questions; I answer prayers
    But I do not dwell where people stare
    I am the shadow of doubt upon a face
    And paranoia, my sweet embrace
    Dreaded conditions of the blighted I do not fight
    No blindness or illness do I make right
    Clouded visions and feigned miracles do not prove I exist
    Chaos and death to all are what I maintain and insist
    No sight to behold, no gargantuan beast
    Merely cadavers and what is left of the deceased
    A symphony of creation and destruction bellows in my wake
    The tearing of flesh the bones that break
    Life flourishes around me, but not where I stand
    Beauty and abomination, to have both is so grand
    I am death’s whisper, the murmur in one’s ear
    And the pinpricks that follow, the sign of one’s fear
    I am a keeper to the gate
    Known to those with sealed fate