How revolting and putrid
The stink of death is
Cloying to the point of sickness.
How terrifying is death
Searching for her next prey
With her glowing black diamond eyes,
Reflecting all light to its source.
It is as numbing as
The sound of crunching bones
Accompanying the glutinous sucking of marrow
Followingf on her steps like buzzing blow flies
But as long as the words :" it's time, come with me"
Do not imprint on your mind
Dance, laugh and be merry!
Lucette C. Bailliet
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