Challenge
Death impersonated pays you a visit. How do you greet him/her?
Poetry or prose, 100 words max. Tag me.
Don’t Fear the Reaper
They said it was a fake,
But who would dare impersonate him?
Then last week that woman got hit
Outside the theater and we saw him gently
Place her soul in his satchel.
I soon realized that
he wasn't really there to gather souls;
He was coming to watch me perform
Every single night.
Then one night,
As I left,
He approached.
You can't escape Death,
but I was going to try.
I hit a dead end,
And fell sobbing,
Until I saw a scarlet rose
In the skeletal hand
And heard the rattling voice ask,
"Wanna go to dinner?"
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