The Dance
I can see him coming, miles away
Nowhere to run, no place to hide, no way to get away
I shrink back in terror, hunched up in fear
He gets closer and closer, now very near
Brown hair coats his back, his eyes are so red
His teeth are all rotted, he smells of the dead
A dagger-like nail goes into my eye
I yelp in pain, beg to die
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