In the middle of the street,
I spotted his pale face,
Fear overtook me,
As silence took sound’s place,
I locked eyes with the man,
We stood for a moment or two,
He reached out for my hand,
‘I’ve been waiting for you, ’
No one noticed Death and I,
I was appalled the most,
In the middle of the crowd,
Stood Death and a ghost.
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