• I walked down on 31st street, a quaint little shop caught my eye, "come in come in," he said in a gentle tone, the door opening with a jingle, without sin.
    I took in the sights of the shop, the smells, the sensations, wherever I looked, beauty stared back, elegance sitting on each and every rack.

    Then a cold trickling came down my back, gushing as a sharp pain stabbed into my spine, the cold steel death harbinger slicing down the tender skin of mine. I collapsed as all became black, I stared up one last time, to meet my maker, with the last of my life, and without slack, I took the knife, and he was stabbed twice.

    As I awakened I found myself walking to the gates of hell. There was no shop, nothing to sell. There I saw him "Ladies first" he said. I replied,"and whoever said chivalry was dead" I took a step forward, then looked back, he stood there smiling, not a peep, so I thought "what a creep"

    I decided and turned back, flipped him over and as the gates crack,
    he fell into the great abyssal, screaming in pain, that part of the show, was the main.

    I turned around, and walked back, there I found a light shining, going up, the light brightening, I stepped in, having forgiven my every sin.

    "Up and up and up" I said, the light a rainbow of blue and green and red.

    And as the warmth embraced, I felt the life return in haste. as I returned from the cold hard floor, and went through the hospital door.

    "he's dead," they said, as I awoke. I immediately thought, "Pfft. What a joke."

    I smiled, a knowledge that only I could bring. A voice in my head began to sing, "Come in, come in, without a sin. The shop which you so adored, is now yours and only yours."

    Death had passed on his legacy, and I found myself with a new tendency.

    "Come in, come in," I said with a gentle grin,

    As the fair maiden entered again.