Immortally Dead
i knelt for his scythe
much to his surprise
bowed my head
nothing said
why don't you beg
his boney teeth sprayed
all fear
when i am near
answer me
i was made to die
now tell me that i lie
raise your eyes to mine
he chimed
head still bowed
just do it i growled
but don't miss
or your name
will make my list
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2021
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