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Disappearing Act – a pantoum

Death is the black Magician spinning evil on a plate.
We soon become Death's disappearing act.
His wand waves wild abandon in a finite figure eight,
Defining our infinity with fact.

We soon become Death's disappearing act
As he displays his roguish truth sardonically, and smiles.
Not recognizing him 'til harsh impact,
When Death devours our inward breath with wicked winsome guile.

Soon, Death reveals his lucid truth sarcastically, and smiles.
We cower in our seats below the stage.
'Til he devours existence with his wicked winsome guile,
And turns to us and laughs with vicious rage.

We cower in our seats below the stage,
And beg and pray and plead for life to hold on still, yet Death
Soon turns to us and laughs with vicious rage,
And then he hypnotizes us and inhales our last breath.

We beg and pray and plead for life to hold on still, yet Death
Just lingers, as if blameless, in a play,
And then he hypnotizes us and inhales our last breath,
'Til soon we realize we've gone away.

Death lingers, as if blameless, in a play.
His wand waves wild abandon in a finite figure eight,
'Til soon we realize we've gone away.
Death is the black Magician spinning evil on a plate.



doreen hiding - camera shy?
you're kidding!? hahaha

"if you leave me, i'm going with you" - dp
"if you die on me, i'll kill you" - Lightning Rod