Décès!
So, the mother~ship
Landed after a long trip
Wondering what kind
Of planet this was
All of her children
Seemed to be quite bedridden
Not ready to be left
In a place that was in a bad state
Every single one of the crew
Were tired of eating only stew
They longed for something
Maybe a little bit or more tastier
Along came a cloaked figure
Winding in a boat along the river
The figure let out it’s hand
Sprinkling some golden dust
Everybody on the ship
Began to trip
Soon they started to sink
Into the ground—’twas quicksand
Their cries were drowned
By the mighty waters rushing back
And forth along the bank
No one could save them
None of them stood a chance
Against the cloaked figure
Who’d known how to
Easily prance o’er the mortals
Whistling back down the river
Under the light of the moon
Waiting for the next traveler
That would have to face Décès!
#Décès! (c) 29th Juin, 2022.