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Rated: E · Poetry · Death · #1696293
The last moments leading to death.
The lizard slithered across the road,
Slowly, as if carrying a heavy load.
He was sleek and black, with a long thin tail,
'bout as skinny as a long black rail.

With his eyes glowing brightly, right in to mine,
And his skin so dark, it began to shine.
He spoke to me and asked me to dance,
I figured I might as well take a chance.

Being a little afraid, I jumped on a boulder,
He turned around and looked over his shoulder.
He said, "are you ready?" and I said, "Okay."
But being reluctant, I shied away.

He started to slither across the graveyard,
All of a sudden he caught me off guard.
I jumped real high and said, "I'm gone."
He said, "don't leave now, you won't be here long."

"For I am showing you your death,
But now you better catch your breath.
Because of your sins, you'll be leaving tomorrow,
And the rest of the world will feel no sorrow.
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