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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Smoke comes off the chimney tops Trails behind the breeze as the rain drops Hurdles under the clouds to seek shelter Disappears in the vapor of a darkest winter Snapped under my coat I ran to shelter My steps tracing the trail of glass Sweat dripped down my palms elevated I lift my knees and walk agitated Took a second to notice, a scarf hanging Neck loose, head bottled, scalp dangling Cold breath sneaked up and down my neck As the lady grasped sight of her final dread My gaze slid under her skirt Her undone hair and bloody shirt All climbed to intertwine juxtaposed above Merciless, spineless, slithering gloves Ice-clawed eyes stared back in horror Hands clenched in fists flagrant in color Put a finger on his lips and whispered A tone that struck my nerves unhindered Speak a word and you're next Don't put my patience to the test Walk away, disappear, 'cause if I find you You'll pray that god take you before I do I couldn't hesitate twice abt walking Suddenly, he cringed and started falling Branches broke as his neck followed behind Snapping backwards, dispersing his spine I slowly walked over and found a note To whom it may concern, sloppy hands wrote I am but a victim, of this woman's throat the day she stabbed me, the day she spoke I'm but a lonely spirit roaming free Why has this lady followed me To murder all that I loved and once cared for To sweep off the little things I'd die for She was Lady Death, the one we all fear Seductively laying us to eternal rest Drove me to heaven, doors slid clear Her arms wide open, her warm loving chest Then to hell I went for my earthly deeds The torture I've seen for all those years And you're next in a line of slaves A queue of misery, a farm of graves Your eyes have seen a deadly charm Life as you know it is far long gone Prepare for a sinfully long run Here she comes, load your gun
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