Is this Revised poem good?

Question

The Samaria
“I'm silent in the dark" the Samaria had me warned.
"I'll sneak up behind you, soon you will be mourned.
I understand your movements and hear what you say.
If think you can see me, then it's too late to pray."
I would not travel lone at night, only with a friend.
I am coming to take you down, leaving nothing but the skin.
I can sneak my way up to your chest, and hit you with my knife.
I am the one who chooses, if you keep your life.
When I come to kill you, you will not be asleep.
All it will take, is one final sweep

Bitter cold of night, I can feel your breath.
A shiver and your ready, for your battle with my death.
I will fight you anyplace, your sorrows I will drown.
Anywhere I chose, I can cut you down.

The Samaria was standing-from across the street.
He was as quite as a mouse, at looking back up at me.
He came closer, with cold steel in his hand.
I ran to the distance, thinking of a plan.

The Samaria starts to chase, and bellows out at me.
"Stop your running yellow man, I'll do it quick and clean."

Bitter cold of night, I can feel your breath.
A shiver and your ready, for your battle with my death.
I will fight you any place, your sorrows I will drown
Anywhere I chose, I can cut you down.

I now my breath is running out, I no more time to stall.
So I net the fire poker laying on the wall.
My eyes light up bright, from the brilliant glow.
And I prepared for his jaw, a highly branding blow.
I shove the poker to his mouth, I am sure it had to hurt.
Hit the Samaria in the face and sent him to the dirt
My expressions turns trite, I now can feel my soul
Last thing that I remember, is his steel was mighty cold

Answer 1

The Samaria starts to chase, and bellows out at me.
"Stop your running yellow man, I'll do it quick and clean."

wow!!
Seems good in my view.

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Answer 2

This seems to be an allegory of the struggle with death. Death wins in the end, but there are other ways you could write of this struggle and its outcome.
Death is something we imagine as real. But it is no more real than our dreams.
I would rather see "THE SAMARIA" [do you mean samurai?] turn into a bunch of blowing leaves and the steel, a branch hanging down from a tree. I like this type of ending because my own battle with death in my mind has always ended with me realizing I was battling with the fear of death and not death itself. Like a samurai blade, death may strike so quickly I may not even know what hit me. But then some die for years from a disease. Others are already dead even though they are walking around.
Death is a friend that reminds us we are not here forever. Make the best of this life. Death is not an enemy but a dear friend with tough love.