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Sep 2014
Never had I thought of crossing paths with death.
dark hood and scythe and bearing his sheath.
sombre and lifeless his features are
dark is his expression
as dark as tar.
never had I thought a messenger of immortals
dark angel of death who skips through the portals
skinless and bones
grim and tall
low are your chances to live and describe him at all
Written by
heavenly scribe  rondebosch east
(rondebosch east)   
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