Death - Poem by Matthew Hampson
Death is a monster,
luring you in.
In to its jaws,
clutching you with its claws.
Lif runs out of your body,
It runs then disappears.
It runs and jumps of the pier,
Into the waters of hell witch are so clear.
Death has a sharp, forked tongue,
Like a long fiery red snake.
Your body just goes limp,
You catch a glimpse
Of what life was like
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