Death's Cold Hand
As Casey danced with the young blonde
Death's cold hand caressed his shoulder
Closing time came, Casey danced on
But love that he felt grew colder
He changed partners to auburn hair
But the feel of death had stayed there
Sunrise came as Casey danced yet
Death's cold hand led a pirouette
4-16-19
Contest:Writing Challenge 1 - 2019-All About eight
Sponsor:Dear Heart
Copyright © Larry Bradfield | Year Posted 2019
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