The Deathstrike

Денис Матвеевъ
The murderer smiles
With blood-red eyes
Like the same as
The noisy fly does.
And as black-hired spies
With underhand spikes,
Who has always
No denies.
* * *
Talkin' with me
Just avoid,
Or falling asteroid
Will crash the sea.
* * *
You are sitting
On the leather dark chair
And they are shared
At you like at a bear
But you have to know:
"If you stay for a while,
Whatever, follow:
You will not survive!"
* * *
It’ so you know:
They wouldn't give you a wound.
They would bury you down
In a quite soft ground
At the silent dawn.
* * *
What are you
Waiting for?
Run and beat
Things which were before.
Stand or die,
Kill and survive.
And don't waste your blood
Make your final
Deathstrike of heart!
(Д.А.Матвеев)