Death by Yvonne

Dark as a black, stormy night.
With the awful smell of rotting corpses.
And the haunting moans of the dead.
It makes me feel like something is lurking in the darkness behind me.
I continue to walk,
But I can not help but wonder what is lurking behind me.
Should I stop and confront it or should I continue to walk?
What will my death be like?
Will it be bloody and painful?
Maybe easy and peaceful?
I stop and confront the beast.
My heart is racing,
I look into the darkness and see,
my shadow from the moonlight.