26 August 2012

Here friend, I beg, come close, and let me see your face, 'Tis dark this hour, this witches night, I fear a fall from grace, You're tall dear stranger, wandering lone, why do I tremble so, Could it be I fear the hour has come to chill my bones?, Step closer stranger, if you please, that I might see your face, I fear you've caught me unaware in this forsaken place, I stand alone and at your whim, should murder be your call, I have no gold upon me and I cannot pay your toll, Oh stranger please, look merciful upon my frame so weak, And take me quickly if you must, as I'm within your reach, Your blade is hot upon my neck, my innards spill so slick, I thank you friend,

I felt no pain,

You let

Me go

So

Quick.

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