Death To Me I walk through the dark cemetery Shadows moving in on me I see a gravestone Etched is my name on it's cold dark surface I wonder how I have gotten here Nothing but black thoughts fill my head A frigid wind blows over my face With each step I take My skin turns a corpselike gray As I slow to a stagger and A shiver courses down my spine A raven cries to me and I run. I sense warmth on my wrist. Pyretic red blood streams off the ends of my fingers. Look down to behold a crimson flow. My life... Desiccating away With each breath I inhale The stake in my heart more agonizing. I fall to my knees, let out a scream. I pinch myself... It isn't  a dream. W. Ganong