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Shhh. Do you hear that?
That low moaning sound
Coming from the east.
It's death waiting for a feast.
He sees, out of the corner of his eye
His next victim waiting to die.
"Ye mortal girl, I'm taking your life," he says smirking.
Then goes over to the girl to start his lurking.
She shivers and her teeth begin to chatter
But to Death this does not matter
It is part of his plan to make her scared
Telling her all the characteristics that they shared
Or should I say share, for she is not dead yet.
It is only Death she has met
Her soul has not escaped her body and floated up to heaven or down to hell.
When she dies, which direction it will go, I simply can't tell.
Death puts his lips close to her ear
Her eyes fill with fear
"Please, please don't," she pleads.
Help is what she needs.
With one flick of his finger
Away from her body, her soul lingers
Her small body falls to the earth, DEAD
From Death's eyes, no tears are shed
Even though his actions are more than bad
Death can never be sad
I watch her soul flee
Wishing that she were me