As the dead creature awakes from its slumber,

Draped in a long white silky robe, that is dirty and old.

The skin is rotten and decomposed, which shatters all my bravery in one.

I stand before this creature as the panic rush through my bloody veins,

The chilly breeze of the night embraces my spine, holding me still in place.

The creature's mouth opens slowly,

Revealing small critters of roaches, that are rushing out of the creature's mouth.

It drags its own feet as it stomps on the muddy ground foreseeing my end.

The beating of my heart collapses in my chest as I realize this is the end.