The Man In Black

In an empty field I look with a stare,
The autumn trees are beautiful, such vibrant flare .

Yet, in the right of my vision I feel a glare,
It cuts me deep, with a icy stare.

I turn to get a glimpse, it's darkness so cruel,
It takes control of me, I'm just a tool.

It moves me, I have no control,
Will it cast me into the depths of Sheol?

Time to pay my due, it's smile a sinister crack,
Death has arrived, the man in black.