Reckoning

If only i could leave this bed
Could i escape him then?
The silhouette of a hooded head
stares and waits for when

I never see a movement made
Motionless presence glares
No face, no eyes, a black cascade
Needles replacing my hairs

Every day when i awake
He's crept a deathly tread
The more i stare the less i fear
Left humbled by the dead

A scythe so huge, so nonsensical
A sickle would be apt
An easy harvest to bring my fall
My bleak thoughts have him rapt

I wake to see at a hairs distance
Reckoning arrived swift
The hood signals insignificance
'tis time my friend to drift