The Last Stand

I see the grim reaper’s sickle
The filthy creature himself
Remains missing
Or rather hidden
He taunts me
Like the sight
Of a fleeing prey
Does the hunter
Where do you hide
You foul ancient thing
Show your haunting face
Let us make a proper fight
Of this then
For I shall settle
For nothing less

It is a bit on the dark side of things but I hope it helps, at the very least, a soul.

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