The Summoning

Gothic and dark writing...

A dark figure standing pointing a finger at me
Your time is growing short soon my company
Hands of bone, finger extended out pail gray
Issuing the summons that my soul will dismay

For I am death, you follow my lead now
I am your master, kneel and humbly bow
For I came from the dark and fires burn
Your heart already has more to learn

I stand before you as the bringer of sorrow
There is no afterlife and will be no tomorrow
This is your faith you dealt in your time
The sentence fits as well as your crime

You have failed at love and lost your way
No one wants you and they will not stay
You bear the mark of my curse deep inside
As you stand before me your will has died