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 Death
Author: Small Wings Flying  PM
Death had a lot of faces, a lot of ways of being seen. But it was still death.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Chapters: 11 - Words: 1,339 - Reviews: 43 - Favs: 5 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 06-14-12 - Published: 03-23-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3007328
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Death comes swiftly
Like a vulture flying on the wind
Towards its prey
Or slowly, stealthy…as a rattlesnake
With its body coiled, tail high and erect
And waiting, silently, with its fangs poised to strike
But with surety it comes,
As the sun rises…
Alas! Nay, no sun shall rise
On the morrow
Where long sleep shall be
Embalmed or pyre lit.
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