My Game Poem by Stephen Wheeler

My Game



I see you hiking alone down a peaceful trail,
Unaware that in a few seconds your life would be hell;
I dropp out of a tree and land right in front of you,
You freeze in shock unsure of what to do;
I let out a laugh as you start to cry,
Because we both know that you're about to die;
I raise my scythe and at your heart I take aim,
I win, You lose, thanks for playing my game.

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