I have played with Death, cheated her before…
…a childlike game, our version of tag.

Formidable bouts, ahead in the score…
…she cannot catch me, to my friends I brag.

In the dark shadows, holding her sickle…
…Death quickly coming, I was her next catch.

My mouth now agape, blood starts to trickle…
…unexpected twists, my breath she did snatch.

She’s staring at me, I begin to cry…
…the Sirens I hear, my own Odyssey.

She leans over me, she’s closing my eyes…
…fire and brimstone, finally tagged me.

Wearing a new suit, I’m dressed to the nines…
…within my casket, I look so Devine.

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