Out of the darkness he walked. Cloaked in the night and shrouded in contempt he approached. Though I feared him more than I cared to admit, he was my only friend.
The room was as cold and still as a tomb, I could see my breath or perhaps it was illusion. The shadows and light played tricks on my eyes.
"Did he have a scythe or something within his grasp..." I pondered as I blinked and rubbed my eyes.
He knew I was nervous but he continued to walk my way with unemotional eyes that gazed down at me. An imposing yet reassuring feeling flowed from him, I was left in bewilderment.
I felt his cold hand on my shoulder as he spoke the words I didn't want to hear.
"It's time," was said plainly as boney knuckles were popped before me.
I wasn't sure if he was my savior to help deliver me or the devil who had come to claim a long sought after prize which I only held so dear to heart.
I stood with my self exposed to him, he didn't say a word as he prepared to do his worse.
His icy cold touch filled me with dread along with the sensation my soul was about to be ripped free from me.
With no way to defend myself, a hand delved in deep to a place I had no other to journey or even speak of.
The first tense moment of horrid pain was followed by moments of ungodly torture and indignation that had to be held back for fear of ultimate retribution.
A half hour later when the howls of despair subsided, my friend at last spoke the words that gave me bittersweet relief.
"The results will come back in a few days, but from what I've seen everything will be alright... Just try not to be late next year for your annual prostate examination, okay?"