every night

you wake up
to the gates of a cemetery
basking
in the white moonlight

and death
the last horseman
approaches
upon his armoured stead

he implores you
is it your time?

no!

no...
it is not
your time
so armed with nothing

nothing but your intense will to live
you fight
death until dawn

for glory
for love
for surviving one more night

until the bright light of morning
scares him away

...

and then you prepare for the day

knowing that every night
death
approaches
you at the gates

and you’re left wondering

by what twist of fate
you’ll lose the battle.