In a small Victorian Town
In the midst of a gloomy afternoon,
A Suave man is on his way to propose to his young sweetheart.
Sweet Elizabeth.
No one would know he won't make it back to her.
He walks to her home, as he sees the civilians in misery.
He try to ignore them.
Its pretty hard to when one follows you.
Their skin white at bones.
Their eyes black as a heart attack.
Charming right?
They plead for help, but running is the only option.
As he walks off, he knows he is followed, but he try's to ignore it.
Footsteps follow.
He starts to run.
Footsteps follow.
He sprints to an alley.
Footsteps still follow.
He is cornered.
Unfortunate for him.
In the shadows, he can see a tall and suave figure.
Cane in one hand.
Top hat on his head.
Long furled hair.
Smell of Flowers.
As the Figure steps forward
What we thought was a suave figure
Was a Rotting Corpse.
Dressed in a Bleach white suit.
Holding a dried snake in one hand.
Wearing a White top hat filled with rats.
Long white unwashed hair, riddled with spiders.
Smell of Death and Fear.
As the figure of Death closed in,
Our poor man screaming.
Our poor man has succumbed to a condition we all know to well.
Death itself.
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