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An Interview With DeathAn Interview with Death
Twas a dreary evening, that lone day
I sat in my library, with favorite earl gray
A notebook on my lap, pen in hand
I waited and waited, like hour of sand.
And suddenly, alone no more, was I
For side from me, sat a woman of pale
She was light as snow, robes black like night sky
'Ask me anything' voice soft, but strong like hail
'Why do I fear such beauty' I asked
'Because fear, is simple, fear of unmasked'
'We fear, we cannot understand' said I
'And, fickle are those who do not understand I"
'Fickle?' confused now, I am, tilting head.
She chuckles, a sound like a soft breeze.
'Humans are amusing indeed, yet trusting' she said
'Why else would they come with me?'
I saw now, I understood. Yet still not.
The woman, in all her beauty, had not fought.
That lonely room, the earl gray now cold.
For I had been taken by her, lost to time of old.
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