DEATH KEEPS WATCH

 

his eyes, locked, fixed on his target 

his scythe, carved like a bracket 

his gaze is upon you, even if you hide in the darkest 

he cares not of you been gloomiest  

for his eyes are locked on you 

waiting for the said time to harvest you fool 

he blinks not 

you are about to get caught 

his hunt list, long and dotted 

victims names well sorted 

your turn is soon, none is immune 

your head, beautifully hewn 

his aura is totally unheard of 

like a whisk, he snuffs life like a puff 

proceeds to his next victim 

all names are neatly written

death, a blessing to humanity 

a gift better than chastity 

when your time is up, easily succumb 

it’s a phase we can’t overcome 

@talk2leigh

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8:10am

19 July 2026