Poison hath stricken!
Leaping to and fro!
thar be it a gleam’s glow;
coming forth with all haste, to go gather souls-
Cause it is time, the heart feels ill;
the flies have all gathered, amongst the window sill-
and clumsy was, as clumsy as can be;
from the head up and down, to the bottom of the knees-
SLASH! Thar goes the chin hairs clipped off;
BOOM! Thar ye be crashed into doom!
Death on a horse, just like a knight;
Doom with four limbs, to bring forth a terrible fright;
Coming forth with all speed, to snatch up life..!
Copyright May 17, 2014