He rode in a golden rust coated chariot pulled by six shires,
And following were six brides.
He was beautiful, and his skin was shiny as the stars in autumn skies...
He wore a silver robe with well tucked golden hems...
A black cloak,
And on his side was hanging a clock.
Its seconds ticked backwards,
And on his back, was a bold red inscription; DEATH....
He had three legs.
Five steps away from his horses and chariot, he turned,
Facing the farm house where wobbly Bob sat...
He spat,
Then like a lighted torch, his eyes glowed
The earth rolled...
Creating a path where he strode.
The brides walked by his side,
Totally blocking my sight…
They carried in their hands bottles,
And in them were strange scented medicines...
Couldn’t believe, but I had just seen the world's nemesis...
He sat next to wobbly Bob,
Placed his walking stick on the greasy floor,
Lit a stick, took a puff, and gave off a feeble roar.
He was ill.
Death needed a pill.
His sixth bride sped off across the field
She broke the bottles and spilled the pill...
She dropped her ring that had a shield!
Exactly what Glowy Rose had when she died beneath the corn mill...
'twas her.
She wanted revenge...
The world needed a change...
Wobbly Bob wept for his late daughter again.
I climbed the milk bush to see a better screen...
Yay the life taker is wailing in pain-
Ooo my very dream!
Sick death doodled...
And it killed his cute black poodle.
Huh?
I spat out my indomie noodle.
He gasped for air,
Scratched his head and pulled his hair.
He coughed, coughed and tore his cloth
Death was dying and it was rough.
He felt the pain his victims did before...
Wanted to call 911 but what do i report?
It was way too late for death was already gone.
He died today in grandpa's home.
Gramps the Wobbly Bob jubilated, and i danced along.
Death died in my dream on that cold dawn.
Death died by my bed in grandpa's home.
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