Spell
to lose your head,
for the spell
of your doom,
to kneel for the axe man,
then the swish of the broom,
blood and bile will wash away soon,
but the smile on his head says it all,
it was worth it,
when death came to call
so enthralled...
re p.d. "A Mans Tale"
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