The 99 Poem Challenge
Fox-Trot-9

32. Etheree — Awaiting Death

Death,
You have
Taken more
From me than I
Could ever replace.
Oh how much more till I
Shall die of your subterfuge?
You stalk and wait to get your prey,
And wait for all to come by your way;
I'll be there to confront you, come what may!

(To be continued...)

A/N: An etheree consists of 10 lines, which start off with a 1-syllable line, and every succeeding line will have one more syllable till it reaches the 10th line with 10 syllables.

Meter: Syllabic (1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10)
Rhyme: None