Death played hopscotch he threw his touch then his feet grasped upon the souls of mortal man and there hearts were stopped twelve steps of death.
He lifted his cloak so to see where to jump, one jump, two jump third jump and three drop dead like fallen trees they fall in the breeze.
He could play this all day the pebble each one a heart, he lifts it up jolting in his bony fingers and then looks as it beat within his palm then crumbles it to dust.
Then anguish and pain the daughter of death that help him in his role in the world "father let us once again play our game, He smiles and skips on broken spines.
Mother please, As decay walks over asking what is this scream not of mortal breath? Its daddy he is ruining our game, off the children's play thing I say.
Death wallows as his fun is ended, and once again death now cant end theirΒ Β suffering as his children once again Linger there misery on human kind.
"My husband I no you meant well, But children must learn from mistakes. Now come with me and let us rest in the earth and linger in corruptions embrace.