The Dread

It's looming over me like a dark storm cloud,

I scratch and scream loud,

But to no avail,

I don't want to remove this veil,

Because inside it is something I dread,

I don't mind taking on the dead,

But this I hate,

Yet its fate,

Its unavoidable so I sit,

Waiting for the storm to hit,

But the fright,

Is not the fight,

It's when it leaves me to suffer at it's will,

Just to be maimed again but never to killed.