Alas, look who's walking through my once opened door. Destiny has arrived, and ofcourse, I implore.
We must stop meeting like this. You're timing couldn't be worse. She smiled and replied, Oh it could. I'm sure you agree, of course.
Though not welcomed she seemed, persistent indeed. Delivering nothing but bad to my life; she calmly smiles, seemingly alive.
What do I owe the disdain of your presence? She says," you're going to die; in a way, like peasants."
My life of void; no human close by. Alone after everything, I thought I was fine.
"May I have this one more dance? A bit of heaven? Please? It's my last chance."
She scorns and huffs, not humored at all. She did come to see me, only to fall. She watches the clock and says,"too late."
'Twas final sip; never to wake.
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