The Act of Death

The black shadow of Death,

Is as black as can be.

The shadow that Death casts,

Is so thick you can't see.

It envelops you like  a cocoon,

And constricts the life from you.

You feel Death gripping your heart,

And ripping it, two by two.

Death then triumphantly,

Takes you for his own...

The End

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