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Death  by Callalily06

He stalks us in the night.
He fills us up with fright.
Darkly clothed from head to toe
His true intent? No one really knows.
He takes you up in a big black hearse
where you could be blessed or eternally cursed.
None can escape though some will try
and what e’er you do, don’t look straight in his eyes.

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Date created: March 1, 2012
Date published: March 1, 2012
Comments: 0
Tags: death, poem
Word Count: 71
Times Read: 44
Story Length: 1